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

As soon as this thought came to his mind, Qin Shang was about to ask a few more questions, but a creepy smell came from behind him.

His hair stood on end instinctively. He immediately put on his hat and lowered the brim. He looked at the old man with a serious expression and reminded him.

"Don't tell anyone I looked for you!"

After saying this, Qin Shang turned around and ran towards a public toilet on the side of the road amid the old man's bewildered expression. After entering the toilet, he summoned "Demon Slayer" and used [Split Sky] to run away without wasting even a second.

The next second, he appeared in another public toilet several hundred meters away.

The Zheng family asked this old man to spread rumors and fry fish in the museum, so there must be someone secretly watching this old man.

He had been talking with the old man for such a long time, and he was afraid that it had probably attracted the attention of those who were secretly watching the old man. After all, Qin Shang had been traveling with the old man since he left the museum, and later blocked the old man's way. The two of them stood here and talked for such a long time.

Anyone with a brain who saw this scene would not think that Qin Shang stopped the old man simply to ask for directions!

How familiar was the feeling that sent chills down his spine.

Isn't it the same feeling when a player with the [Teacher] profession uses [Overview] to peek into other people's hearts!

"In 14, the coffin was dug out, disturbing the vengeful spirits. In the same year, the Bad Leader went to try to clear the source of the pollution in this "polluted copy" but failed. Then, Jiangcheng began to have paranormal events related to the top ten Jiangcheng weird stories one after another, until the black tower appeared in the museum in 17, suppressing the vengeful spirits again..."

"Now it seems that the painting of the Nun was probably created before the Bad Leader entered [No. 1 Monastery]. It would be great if I could find a chance to contact the players who have entered [No. 1 Monastery]. At least I could get some information related to this dungeon!"

First, Pei Ziqi warned him not to participate in the restoration of the Wanbao House, then the leader had to agree, then he was severely warned when he landed in Jiangcheng and met with Fang Mo, and finally, after hearing the incomplete information given by the little girl Fang Changpei and the news he heard after arriving at the Xiang'an District Art Museum, Qin Shang felt that there was a mystery shrouding that copy.

I'm learning more and more information, but I'm becoming increasingly confused.

He entered the small cubicle of the bathroom, inserted his fingers into the two-centimeter-long hair and randomly grabbed a handful, then spat in annoyance and finally bit the tip of his tongue.

"Fuck, if I had known this earlier I should have just ignored it and waited until tomorrow afternoon to meet up with those guys who issued the "official mission" in front of the Xiang'an District Art Museum..."

My originally calm and indifferent mood towards life and death was unconsciously disturbed by these information and I became a little more nervous.

He was now completely confused.

Therefore, the experience of the ancients that sometimes one's efforts will decline after the second and finally reach the end is really true. It's just like when some people who are afraid of heights go to the amusement park to ride a roller coaster. They don't have to queue up and can just get on. Some people who were originally afraid of heights may be able to complete the ride without any hesitation.

After I came down and thought about it a little, I felt that it was not as scary as I had imagined. Maybe I can slowly overcome my fear of heights.

On the contrary, when there are many people, you have to queue up under the high-altitude projects in the amusement park for dozens of minutes or an hour. However, you can constantly hear the screams and cries of other tourists in the high-altitude projects above. This actually puts constant pressure on many people. The courage that originally allowed them to stand on the bungee jumping machine and roller coaster is constantly increased by the fear.

In addition to my own psychological suggestion, I was completely frightened and lost the courage to conquer high-altitude projects. Then I gradually became more and more afraid and terrified of these aerial amusement facilities, and gradually the psychological shadow of acrophobia took shape...

From now on, whenever I find myself standing in a building a hundred meters high and looking down, I will feel a sense of fear subconsciously.

It felt as if someone would push him from behind and smash him to pieces at any time.

Qin Shang is probably in this state now.

After asking around, I found out that there is actually quite a bit of useful information, but I am currently unable to filter out what is interference information. The only key information I learned from the old man is that the task that appeared in the "Official Tasks" section, inviting non-governmental organizations to clear out the [No. 1 Cultivator's Grievance], was probably instigated by the Zheng family of Jincheng!

The power of the Jincheng Zheng family, which is able to establish a cooperative relationship with the five elders of the cabinet like Chen Ge Lao, should not be underestimated...

It seems that the water is becoming more and more muddy!

Ten minutes later, Qin Shang adjusted his mood, took off his sweatshirt and put it on inside out, put away his hat and mask to reveal his handsome young face, and then walked out of the public toilet.

There are still four hours until the Xiang'an District Art Museum closes, and there are still twenty hours until tomorrow morning when I meet my companions for this dungeon mission...

"In 14, Jiang Cheng started construction on the original site of the monastery and built the museum. Coffins were dug up, among which was a corpse with a very long neck. In 14, the museum was completed and Dong Zhen donated the painting "Nun". In 14, the Bad Commander tried to clear [No. 1 Monk Grudge] but failed."

"In 17, supernatural events gradually disappeared. In 17, the museum acquired the black tower. It was rumored that it was something the museum's top management had requested to suppress evil spirits. What else happened in 17..."

As Qin Shang walked, he reviewed all the information he had obtained so far in his mind.

At the same time, the shape of the black tower emerged unconsciously in his mind. He didn't know why, but when he thought of the museum, the black tower came to his mind, and a desire inexplicably arose in his heart.

Thinking of this, he subconsciously took out Master Yin's mobile phone and took a look at the photo he took.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t take a look, just see what’s on the phone screen clearly.

What the hell?

He was so scared that he almost threw his phone away.

I saw a familiar figure standing next to the black tower on the screen. He was wearing a quick-drying short-sleeved shirt with his hands in his pockets, revealing only the side of his face. He tilted his head and glanced at the outside world. This scene was recorded on his mobile phone. That person was mixed in with the tourists.

He was so inconspicuous at the time that even Qin Shang himself didn't notice him when he was taking the photo.

Now, looking back at the photo taken before the departure, Qin Shang noticed the familiar figure.

Gulu.

The next moment, Qin Shang's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously, his pupils widened, and his face was full of disbelief.

Subconsciously drag the screen to enlarge the photo.

Zoom in, zoom out...

If passers-by pay close attention to the young man standing on the roadside with a strange expression, they will find that his shoulders are shaking wildly and unconsciously.

In the photo I took of the museum entrance, next to the black tower building, there was a figure mixed in the crowd in the sun. He had clean and neat short hair, handsome facial features, a slightly haggard look due to staying up late for a long time, a pair of deep eyes, and a thin lower lip that gave people a sense of sourness.

Fortunately, the collagen on the face props up the thin face, making it look less harsh.

Qin Shang can see this face when he wakes up and looks in the mirror every morning.

The next moment, he dragged the photo.

Zoom in, zoom in again...

Immediately afterwards, a thick layer of cold sweat appeared on Qin Shang's forehead.

That face is smiling...

He tilted his head, revealing only the side of his face, and smiled at the camera with the corners of his lips raised in a sarcastic tone.

boom--

Immediately afterwards, a storm began to rise in his heart.

"shadow!"

"How is it possible? How is it possible to meet my shadow again? This thing..."

"That's impossible. My 'shadow' should have died twice. According to the setting that even if a Trickster has 'Fake Death' at level 2 and is 'Copied', even a Trickster player's shadow can only have two lives at most. My shadow died the first time when it was about to be teleported out of the dungeon in 'Behind the Surveillance', and died in 'Divine Punishment'. The other time was when it died in 'Chang Teng Ghost School'..."

"I shouldn't be copied anymore, so why did I suddenly see my own shadow in the real world?!"

As soon as this thought came to mind, Qin Shang's heart began to pound, his face turned pale, and panic was visible on his face.

I always feel like something is wrong.

where is it?

His originally slightly relaxed expression now turned into a strong sense of uneasiness, with the word anxiety written all over his face.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Shang gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down, and began to review the entire process of what had happened in the past two days.

After leaving [Points Monopoly], I did not enter the dungeon.

Logically speaking, there is no chance for me to come into contact with a creature like a shadow, so why was I copied?

Could it be that the thing wasn't a "shadow", but something Qin Qiuhe had donated several times when he came to Jiangcheng when he was a sailor?

Ah, bah, bah, bah...

"No, that's not right. I've been into a dungeon once... a world of dungeon-attribute props, in the leader's 'Bank of All Worlds'!"

"I once came into contact with the core authority of the Divine Path in the 'Wanjie Bank', that big-butt computer..."

Qin Shang's throat rolled unconsciously.

Gulu.

The Shenlu server has the ability to [copy], which Qin Shang knew a long time ago. After all, those copies were the inspirations that Shenlu selected from various urban legends and some supernatural stories among the people, and after screening, they were [copied] to become Shenlu copies!

Then, does the core authority also have this ability?

His face turned pale in an instant.

What does it mean that if you don't seek death, you won't die? He experienced it vividly.

At the same time, he also remembered a more crucial piece of information. If he remembered correctly, in order to avoid being disturbed in the process of contacting the core authority, and at the same time to avoid affecting the outside world in case of any special situation, he also used Yin Shisan's "Nightmare Guardian Cloak".

At that time, I hacked into the account of 'Thunder King' and opened the deepest part of the inventory to find the core authority.

In other words, the self that was [copied] at that time was most likely at the Rule Realm...

"hiss!"

"Then if you say so..."

"Anima! God, please just kill me with a bolt of lightning!"

Qin Shang's scalp went numb for a moment, and he felt as if his heart was being squeezed by a pair of huge hands.

He wanted to slap himself a few times right away, and even had the urge to commit suicide on the spot.

He was so angry that his liver hurt.

Why the hell would I bother to study the core authority of the Divine Road?

This is going to be a big deal.

The next moment, Qin Shang held his forehead and sighed;

"Fuck, this trip to Jiangcheng has been troublesome enough, and now I'm making it more difficult for myself..."

At this moment, Yin Shisan's cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Qin Shang answered the call with a gloomy face and saw that it was his own cell phone number.

Guessing that there was news about the person who stole his identity information, he immediately answered Mr. Yin's call.