Instance game: I signed a pact with the gods, and the gods accused me of cheating

Now, all three of them felt heavy-hearted.

No one spoke after that, and everyone just stayed where they were, adjusting their states.

Ten minutes later, after a short break, everyone was finally convinced that the mannequins were in such strange shapes that they could not leave through the small window.

Then they looked at each other, including the 'martial artist with brains' and Uncle Zhao.

The two of them almost simultaneously looked at Qin Shang.

Because of Qin Shang's outstanding performance just now, there is no doubt that the young man has become the well-deserved leader of this temporary three-person team.

Qin Shang did not refuse. If he wanted to protect Uncle Zhao in the dungeon and bring him back to reality smoothly, he had to keep the "martial artist with brains".

The better you perform, the stronger the cohesion among everyone will be, and the greater the chance of working together to pass the level.

The next moment, his eyes fell on the loess playground. In the distance, the gatehouse of Changteng Middle School was vaguely visible. Under the cover of a forest, it looked particularly gloomy and added a bit of weirdness.

At this moment, a bold guess emerged in his mind;

"In fact, I have always had an idea. I was wondering, if we as players try to walk out of the scope of this copy...what will happen?"

"For example, this ghost school. The building behind us and this old playground should be the entire scope of the ghost school."

"If we walk out of the school gate, will we enter the era corresponding to the background board of Changteng Ghost School?"

"In addition to the God Slayer, there are other NPCs in the dungeon. If the [God's Path] absorbs reality to become a dungeon, it is completely based on the reality of the corresponding era, then can it be understood as..."

"There are also some people in this dungeon who have accidentally become NPCs but don't know it in other situations?"

This idea has actually been budding for a long time.

He had previously speculated whether there would be servants like Xiao Yu in [Lin's House No. 37] in other copies...

In addition to the fact that Shen Xiuxiu herself is weird in the real world, she was absorbed into the copy and became a key NPC in the corresponding copy.

In addition to having a certain degree of self-awareness.

Most of the other NPCs didn't seem to realize that they were NPCs.

It is as if the moment when something happened in the copy was recorded in the long river of time.

Repeating the same content over and over again.

So, in this copy... in addition to the teaching building in the school behind you, there are several residential buildings not far away. Although under the moonlight, the entire surrounding environment is a bit eerie.

But Qin Shang couldn't help but have a strong thought: could there be NPCs in the surrounding buildings?

Give it a try. Maybe you can run into other NPCs nearby if you walk around twice. Rather than just going upstairs and continuing to explore Changteng Middle School, Qin Shang thinks it would be safer to collect more clues from other sources...

With this thought in mind, Qin Shang walked straight towards the gate of the ghost school.

The light yellow Taoist robe on him was quite eye-catching. After walking two steps, Qin Shang thought about it and decided to take off his clothes.

He casually threw it into his inventory. Uncle Zhao and the "Smart Martial Artist" who were not far behind him were still immersed in his words. When they saw him about to leave the scope of the copy, they were stunned.

"What kind of operation is this..."

The 'martial artist with brains' glanced at Qin Shang's back in surprise, then looked at Uncle Zhao in astonishment;

"Is he hoping to get out of the dungeon and return to reality? Judging from the content of the dungeon background board, we are definitely not in the 21st century now. It's more like the end of the last century."

"Even if we leave the dungeon area, we are still in the [Divine Road]!"

Hearing this, Uncle Zhao shook his head, but did not question Qin Shang's behavior and followed him obediently.

He knew very well that if it weren't for Qin Shang, he would have been dead in the room on the first floor that looked almost identical to a prison structure.

Only by following Qin Shang can I have hope of survival...

goo goo-

As the two of them were walking towards the gate of the ghost school, the sound of birds suddenly came from around them.

The 'martial artist with brains' didn't recognize what kind of bird it was, but he still felt a chill down his spine.

He shuddered violently, then began to jog after the two of them.

"Hey, wait for me..."

Rather than questioning Qin Shang's behavior, he didn't want to stay here alone.

This ghost place looks like the set of a horror movie. If a Hong Kong horror movie director brought his team here to shoot, he wouldn't even need a prop team to pose and set up the scene. He could just wait until nightfall and start shooting.

Not far ahead were rows of locust trees, their trunks intertwined, blocking out the already thin moonlight.

If we delay any longer, we might not be able to see the backs of Qin Shang and the others anymore.

On the other side, Qin Shang walked quickly. He had no idea what was going on with the Sakurajima soldier he saw in the room. What if that thing was also a strange element in this copy? Wouldn’t that mean there would be no hope?

He shook his head to deny the guess.

The [God's Road] dungeon is more inclined towards exploration and investigation. It is rare to see a dungeon that relies purely on force to defeat skill, and forces the player to keep killing monsters, leveling up, and brushing up on weird things.

Generally, they prefer a fighting style of wits rather than a combat style. This is Qin Shang's experience from going to dungeons several times.

Of course, it is not ruled out that it may be because his profession is a fraudster.

Soon, they arrived at the gate of Changteng Middle School. The school's gatehouse was not like the current orthodox middle schools with a security booth and a row of parking barriers, but a very small tunnel.

The entire gate was closed, leaving only a narrow passage that could accommodate one person.

From the entrance to the school, you can see the slightly deserted streets outside.

Qin Shang narrowed his eyes and looked back at the two people behind him;

"Follow me closely..."

After saying this, Qin Shang held the 'Fallen Cross' and walked into the small corridor first.

The corridor was not long, only about ten meters, and Qin Shang's vision became wider.

At the same time, he turned around to look at the two people behind him. The "martial artist with brains" kept muttering something.

Mystical...

"Demons and ghosts, please leave quickly. All the soldiers are lined up in front of us. Please act quickly. God bless us. Please don't let any scary things jump out..."

Seeing this, Qin Shang chuckled.

If someone asked Qin Shang if he was afraid, he would actually be afraid.

What a joke. An S-level copy full of dangers, and in a dark environment at night. It would be a lie to say that I'm not afraid, but there is no other way, except to bite the bullet and pass it. Even if I sit there and wait for death, it doesn't seem to provide any help. It's better to walk around and look for some clues.

"Ah, I think I stepped on something..."

At this moment, the "martial artist with brains" suddenly shouted in surprise.

Qin Shang stopped immediately.

Just as he was about to speak, a beam of light came from behind him, and the walls of the small corridor were instantly illuminated.

He was slightly stunned, then he realized that the light was actually coming from the miner's hat on Uncle Zhao's head.

Seeing Qin Shang looking at him, Uncle Zhao smiled awkwardly;

"I suddenly thought of this when I saw you using that brass necklace just now. Didn't you say that everything we have might come in handy? I was wondering if our miners' hats could be used. I didn't expect that they could actually be used..."

After saying this, Uncle Zhao turned his head and looked at the "martial artist with brains".

As the 'smart martial artist' slowly moved his feet, the things on the ground suddenly came into view.

After seeing things clearly, Qin Shang's pupils tightened.

There was a half-broken finger on the ground, which had been eaten away by insects.

You can still barely make out the thickness and bones of a human finger, but there isn't a single muscle fiber visible.

When Qin Shang saw the severed finger, he couldn't help but feel an ominous premonition in his heart.

Has someone come to this exit before and encountered danger?

He blurted out immediately;

"Are these the last batch of players to enter this instance?"

Hearing this, Uncle Zhao nodded in agreement;

"I also feel like it was one of the last batch of players who entered this dungeon. Maybe one of them tried to escape from the dungeon, but was chased by something. In the end, his finger was bitten off during the fight..."

Got your finger bitten off?

This guess is possible, but combined with the weirdness seen in the copy just now, that kind of mannequin doesn’t even have facial features. Even if it wants to hurt the player, it would be direct and simple and rough, right?

Do they have teeth?

Or... is there something else strange in the copy?

Similar to a ghost baby that has appeared in the background but has not been encountered yet.

The next moment, Qin Shang suddenly thought of something and immediately asked;

"Oh, by the way, Uncle Zhao, I actually had a question just now. How did that mannequin attack you..."

Hearing this, Uncle Zhao was stunned for a moment, and his face turned pale as he recalled the moment he was attacked;

"I didn't see it clearly. To be honest, I didn't see it clearly at all. When I turned around, I suddenly saw that thing behind me."

"Before I could react, I felt a pain in my abdomen, and then you used the priest's tool to deal with the monster."

Qin Shang frowned. That should also be a bare-handed fight...

"No, this finger is too short compared to the size of a normal adult's finger. Even the pinky finger of an adult male is not this short and thin."

"I think this shouldn't be damage caused by the weirdness. After all, the weirdness in the dungeon also has its own rules for attacking players. I think the reason why the mannequin didn't chase us out is probably because we left the room."

"The rules they use to attack players are likely aimed at the players standing in the room..."

At this moment, a negative voice came, and the "martial artist with brains" stared at the severed finger for a long time with a pale face, and then he nervously analyzed it tremblingly;

"That mannequin didn't chase us out to attack us, which means there shouldn't be any other weird creatures in this yard. The severed finger on the ground shouldn't have been done by a weird creature!"

"No, there are others..."

Hearing this, Qin Shang's face darkened and he said;

"Before you came just now, Uncle Zhao and I went up through the small window. I saw a row of Sakurajima soldiers coming in and out in an orderly manner outside, and some people were constantly transferring babies. Hey, babies..."

At the end of his words, Qin Shang was suddenly stunned. He suddenly looked down at the finger with a frozen expression.

"Do you feel that the size of this finger is a little too small for an adult, but if it is changed to the size of a baby or a child, it seems to be just right. I have never been a parent, so I don't know much about children's palms."

"Do you two have any experience?"

When saying this, Qin Shang suddenly remembered that Uncle Zhao seemed to have a daughter.

Uncle Zhao loves his daughter so much, he should have raised the child himself.

For a father, watching his children grow from being born into adults is a very fulfilling thing. So when it comes to the issue of children's hand size, Uncle Zhao is the most qualified person to speak on it.

Hearing this, Uncle Zhao next to him also looked at the short limb on the ground carefully. Suddenly, his eyes widened, his cheeks puffed up and he almost vomited.

"Yes, this is a child's finger. Only a child's finger is this size..."

"The requirement for Shenlu to issue character cards is basically that you must be over 18 years old, because when a person is a child or a minor, their values ​​are not yet formed, and there are no issues such as personality background or personality defects."

"[God's Path] does not classify them, but issues role cards according to different professions."

"I remember Lao Qian said before that among the players who have been traced, including those on overseas servers, the youngest are 15, 16 or 17 years old. It is unlikely that this finger belongs to an adult player."

"It's really too small. Even for teenage female gamers, their little fingers wouldn't be that short."

Wow!

As the last word fell, the atmosphere in this small passage suddenly turned cold, just like suddenly turning on the air conditioner in a stuffy room in summer, and a chill rushed from the soles of the feet of the three people to the top of their heads.

The "martial artist with brains" reacted most directly. He screamed and immediately moved close to Uncle Zhao.

"Damn, is this copy so scary? Mom, what sin have I committed? I just picked up a hundred dollars while walking. The [Divine Road] actually left me in such a scary place. Brother Yuzu protect me!"

If the passage was not wide enough for him to squeeze through, Qin Shang had no doubt that he would hug his arms.

Hearing the words "Brother Yuzu protects me", Qin Shang felt a chill and couldn't help rolling his eyes.

"Can you be a little more masculine, old man? I felt that you were not so scared when facing the weirdness of the mannequin just now. Can you be more like a man..."

Hearing this, the 'martial artist with brains' had a sad face;

"Brother, masculinity is not necessarily exclusive to men, impotence is. Who says men can't be afraid of the dark and ghosts?"

"When I was a child, I heard a ghost story. The old man said that the ghost would break off the fingers of children and throw them at the door, then transform into the appearance of the dead child to attract other naughty children, and then eat them after attracting them."

"This finger is exactly the same as the ghost story I heard when I was a child. Could it be that the previous batch of players who entered this dungeon were killed by ghosts in this way?!"

???

As soon as these words were spoken, the atmosphere suddenly became extremely solemn.

In the dark, the few of them could only see the faint reflection of each other's pupils.

Qin Shang's face turned dark.

Very good, originally you were the only one who was scared, now all three of us are panicking...