Romantic Competition
——This is not a bug, this is buff stacking, the negative gain is fully stacked, does anyone know what kind of copy this is?
In Xia Yi's live broadcast room, the barrage of comments kept refreshing, but this time the fans' insults were squeezed out of sight, and the whole discussion was about the dungeon.
Countless players from different levels flocked to Xia Yi’s live broadcast room.
After all, this phenomenon has never occurred on the stairs.
I don’t know if this is just a coincidence or a step-by-step change. If all the copies are like this in the future, their already difficult chances of survival will be even lower.
——The copy Xia Yi mentioned should be this one: Romantic Competition. Didn’t He Yue next door enter this copy? It is still being broadcast. Except for the different scenes and the plots inside the door, the rules are indeed the same.
——As for He Yue's side, after three or four days, the clues he has pieced together are just fragmentary. Moreover, there is an evil god named Pu Lingshen over there, and it is not so easy to identify an evil god.
——Website.
After Liu Lian saved the URL, he first clicked on Mingxue's live broadcast room. Mingxue's live broadcast room seemed to be half a beat slower than Xia Yi's, and was still stuck at the stage of no clues. Mingxue and Han Yi were still searching for clues like headless flies.
The popularity of the live broadcast room has dropped a lot, and many people turned around and entered the adjacent Xia Yi live broadcast room.
Mingxue's fans slowed down their screen refreshes in the live broadcast room, and some even posted small essays to help Mingxue retain her popularity.
When Liu Lian saw it, he immediately felt refreshed.
Yes, after the last incident, he has successfully evolved into a hater of Mingxue's fans.
Seeing that this group of fans were not having a good time, he happily clicked on the URL he had just saved, and looked around this unknown live broadcast room attentively. Rather than laughing at the jokes of Mingxue's fans, he naturally wanted to figure out what was wrong with the ladder, as this was related to whether he could get out of the ladder alive next time.
He Yue and his group of six people had already passed through eight doors. One of them turned the doorknob of the ninth door with a look of fear on his face.
Behind the ninth door is the living room of an ancient castle. The entire living room is very large, and everything is complicated and gorgeous.
The contents here were obviously much more than Xia Yi's small bedroom, and the small round table beside the living room was filled with snacks, fruits and tea for afternoon tea, so there was no shortage of food and drink. Unlike Xia Yi's copy, he was looking for clues on an empty stomach.
"Where's the body? Let's find the body first." He Yue and his team still need to find clues to the hidden body. Except for the same pattern, He Yue's copy is obviously the capacity of a normal copy.
Liu Lian used split-screen mode to connect to Xia Yi's live broadcast room.
Xia Yi and Xiang Jiu walked into the newly opened bedroom. The newly opened room was also a bedroom in the style of a European medieval castle, planted with dark purple roses, and fake spiders were everywhere in the corners. A girl with black hair and wearing a white Lolita dress was lying on the bed.
This time the girl was strangled to death.
As the camera moved closer, Liu Lian saw the marks of strangulation on the girl's neck, which were vaguely covered by a purple ribbon.
Clues were piled up everywhere, and it seemed that even the tension of entering the dungeon was dissipated by the clues given on the surface.
"Sister, this girl is a ballet dancer." Xiang Jiu's clear voice rang out, "She's about to be fired by the ballet company. I think she's just so short of money that she can't survive."
Unlike Xia Yi's side where everyone was looking for clues and chatting, the six people in He Yue's live broadcast room were visibly nervous.
As soon as He Yue opened the cabinet a crack, several incense burners squeezed out from the gap. They were simple bamboo incense burners, and the round ones were covered with yellow talismans.
Grayish-white incense ash covered his hands. He Yue shuddered at the same time that the cabinet door opened wide. Inside the cabinet, a corpse holding an incense burner was twisted and squeezed in the cabinet.
The fat corpse filled the small cabinet, and its pale eyes stared at He Yue who opened the door. Unlike those who died with resentment, the corners of the corpse's mouth were raised.
It seems like being locked up here is a very happy thing.
He Yue noticed that the corpse seemed to move, but it was too fat and was squeezed by the cabinet and could not move.
"The body has been found." He Yue couldn't help but shout. As the people gathered around and surrounded the small cabinet, He Yue took several steps back and let his companions block him.
"Brother Yue, just as we suspected, the owner of the room also made a wish." Lin Jing had previously gained the ability to view the most profound moments of a corpse's life. "Her wish was for her husband to be the same as before, and for her to live a normal life as before."
"Brother Yue, He Yue? What are you doing?" Lin Jing turned her head and saw He Yue facing a round incense burner on the table. He had two sticks of incense lit in his hands and was about to kneel down and kowtow. "Brother Cheng, quickly stop Brother Yue."
He Yue held the incense unconsciously and said something creepy in a hoarse voice: "Pu Ling Shen, I have received the gift you gave me. I am very satisfied. My husband will stay with me forever from now on. I will always love you, Pu Ling Shen."
"It's Pu Lingshen again!!" The shortest boy was closest to He Yue. He took two or three steps forward, desperately tugged at He Yue's arm, and broke the incense stick He Yue was holding tightly in his hand. "Brother Yue, wake up, wake up, you are my backbone, you can't die here!"
The short boy burst out with great strength.
He Yue was dragged away to the farthest corner from this side.
He Yue let the boy do what he wanted, but he didn't stop talking.
"God Pu Ling, I have fulfilled my wish, but I still have other wishes. I hope that you, the great God, can fulfill them for me. I hope that I can successfully leave the deputy... Hmm."
Someone came to help and covered He Yue's mouth with their hands.
Three or four boys rushed over, covering He Yue's palm with their hands and piling them up layer upon layer: "Who has that last exciting spray gun?"
"That's what Brother Yue took himself."
"Then... water, do you have any water? Lin Jing, do you have any water? Just pour it over here!"
He Yue was soaked to the skin. His eyes rolled around, and the incense ash on his wrists melted with the water droplets. He gradually woke up and wiped his face. "What's wrong with me?"
"Brother Yue, you are being controlled by the Buddha statue..."
The expression on He Yue's face turned into fear as the boy spoke. He murmured, "Why didn't you stop me? I didn't kneel down just now, did I? I didn't make a wish to this god, did I? Xiaocheng, tell me!"
As the boy's expression turned into self-blame, He Yue collapsed to the ground: "This is the ninth door."
The surroundings became quiet and no one looked at He Yue's devastated face.
The ninth door means that this copy has the right to choose to eliminate people again. The two people who disappeared before had been bewitched by the god Pu Ling.
If the copy cannot be solved, it may be He Yue who disappears this time.
"Brother Yue, let's look for clues. Maybe they're out!" Lin Jing spoke first. "We can't just do nothing."
He Yue wiped the water stains on his face, stood up, took out the gun from his backpack and handed it to Lin Jing: "Yes, if I lose consciousness again later, you can use this to wake me up. I feel it here." Seeing He Yue walk accurately to the place where he had just knelt, Lin Jing couldn't help but tighten his grip on the gun.
He Yue picked up the fruit knife on the table and cut the wall behind the incense burner.
"Crack." The wall, which should have been extremely hard, was cut into a huge hole by a small fruit knife, as if it were made of paper.
A bronze statue about 60 centimeters high is embedded on the inside of the wallpaper. The statue is in the shape of a strange ancient woman with eyes dotted with dark ink and the corners of her lips raised high. She has a kind face, but it makes people feel cold for no reason.
He Yue searched along the wall, and found statues of various sizes and materials, including wood, ceramics, and plastics, all of which revealed their true appearances as he searched.
He Yue stood in the middle of the room. Except for the wall with the cabinet where the corpse was, all the other walls were covered with statues with their mouths raised high, staring at him.
There was even a pair of huge eyes above their heads looking down at them.
While He Yue was taking action, Lin Jing and others were not idle either.
"The body's name is Zhang Yue. Her family is very wealthy, and this villa is hers. After her husband built a career with their family's wealth, he gradually became dislike of Zhang Yue and started to cheat on her and verbally abuse her."
"Perhaps because she loved her husband too much, she made a wish to the God Pu Ling. At first, she just wanted to make herself beautiful, hoping to make her husband fall in love with her again, but the effect was only short-lived.
Later, she went even further and made a wish that her husband would fall in love with her, but she felt insecure and her suspicion grew worse, so she made another wish that her husband would never change his mind.
Then they wish for children. The more children they have, the more stable their marriage will be!
Her last wish was that her husband and she live together in this house forever."
Xiao Cheng pulled the swollen corpse out of the cabinet and saw that not only was there an incense burner on the body, but when she moved, she could see another figure behind her. Countless small doll ornaments were scattered all over the floor from the depths of the cabinet. "Zhang Yue was sealed in the cabinet with her husband. Not only that, there are also the children she wished for. These should be children, right?"
The small doll ornaments were made of ceramic, but they were surprisingly hard. None of them broke and they piled up on the dark purple floor.
"Just like last time, the actors in the previous stage play also made a wish for her to be the eternal king on the stage, so she was destined to die on the stage."
"Gate No. 7's wish was for endless wealth, so his entire being was sealed in gold."
“…”
"Gate No. 2 was sealed together because of its hatred for the criminals. Even if it died, it would drag the other person with it. Zhang Yue's logic here also makes sense."
Lin Jing flipped through the documents, summarizing them, and finally sought He Yue's opinion: "The death scenes I saw were no different. What I felt most deeply was an unresolved resentment. Brother Yue, time is running out. What should we do? Who should we choose this time?"
Before they could reach a consensus, the time at Gate No. 9 was up. A huge thrust burst out from Space No. 9, and He Yue and six others squeezed out of the space at Gate No. 9 together.
"Excuse me, which room is the incarnation of the god Pu Ling?"
"Excuse me, which side is the final murderer?"
"Please give your answer. Silence will be considered as a tacit abstention, and the examiner will arbitrarily eliminate any candidate."
The short break was gone in a flash, and a series of mechanical questions rang out in the corridor, sharp and pressing.
"Brother Yue, which room are you talking about?"
The rest time was so short that the clues were not sorted out clearly. The choice concerned human life. He Yue only felt that countless clues were jumping in his mind.
It's so messy and gives me a splitting headache!
"Ah!!!" He Yue fell down in the corridor, screaming in collapse again and again.
Amidst the screams of collapse, a determined female voice rang out.
"Pick room nine."
"Room number nine has been selected!" a mechanical voice responded.
He Yue suddenly looked at the only girl in the team.
Lin Jing stood up suddenly, waving his hands and shaking his head: "It's not me!! I didn't say that."
The next moment, the screen of He Yue’s live broadcast room suddenly went black, and the words "live broadcast has ended" were displayed.
Liu Lian suddenly remembered something, his eyes widened, and he looked towards Xia Yi's live studio. Did he hear it right? The female voice in He Yue's live studio just now was Xia Yi's voice!
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