I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

Song Guicheng squatted in the dark corridor, breathing heavily and stretching his back muscles.

I bent over for too long just now and now it's so sore.

He turned on the flashlight and looked around.

This is a long, narrow underground passage, filled with the smell of dust, but very clean. Where the flashlight shines, there is nothing but an empty corridor extending into the thick darkness.

The furious hostess did not chase after him.

He was safe for now.

Song Guicheng sat on the ground to rest for a while. At the beginning, he noticed the cloth rope tied to the iron pot. It was often pinched and pulled down by people, which caused those marks. There was something that required the hostess to pull down the cloth rope frequently to check.

He pretended that he was forced into a corner, and seized the moment when the hostess was in a state of pride, broke the wine bottle, and led her away, leaving the hostess no time to pay attention to the direction of the iron pot.

Even just a moment was enough for him to see what secrets this small house held.

Song Guicheng thought that when he pulled down the rope he would see something hidden on the ceiling, but he felt his feet were empty and his body fell unexpectedly. Fortunately, he saw the ground not far from him, lunged forward, rolled twice, and did not fall directly.

[Ding——] As soon as he stood up, he heard the electronic sound of the system machine, [The player successfully survived, the white side won. ]

[Black invested 76,500 points; White invested 13,500 points. ]

【White gains 153,0000 points. 】

[Congratulations to the player for surviving successfully, and the reward is 5% of the white side's share, 7650 points. ]

[Rewards will be issued after the dungeon is cleared. ]

After a brief silence, the live broadcast room exploded:

[Ahhhhh, I won! I won! Little Orange, mommy loves you so much! ]

[It's just luck, why are you making such a fuss? ]

[Yes, some people don't even have luck, oh, how pitiful. ]

[Fuck, that word "Madam" really bewitched me, and I heard her calling me husband! ]

[How did the host know that breaking the bottle of wine would break the hostess's defense? ]

【I worship you.】

……

Song Guicheng caught some unfamiliar words: black side, white side, player survival, white side wins, and the anchor gets a share. He figured out the meaning of them almost as soon as the system broadcast finished.

Seems like some kind of...gamble?

The audience votes for the black and white sides respectively. If the white side represents the person who can survive, the corresponding black side represents the person who cannot survive.

76,500:13,500, almost 8:2. It seems that most of the audience believe that he cannot win in the confrontation with the NPC.

Players often rely on experience to find clues in dungeons, and so do the audience. This kind of gambling has probably been started in other live broadcast rooms, and the probability of the black side winning is very high, so the audience will not hesitate to invest points in the "players cannot survive" pool.

But what are the conditions for opening it? What are the criteria for judgment?

Song Guicheng frowned slightly, his eyes full of confusion.

He didn't particularly care how many points he could win from the bet, after all, the share would only be paid after the dungeon was cleared, which was equivalent to a blank check. However, he didn't want to miss any information about the Soul Tracing Game, and he was still obsessed with finding the essence of the Soul Tracing Game.

However, the information available to players is basically the same, and few people delve into it. Apart from the guild, the best source of information is...

Since the last interaction, the screen of Song Guicheng's live broadcast room has been closed for a long time, and the entire copy may not be opened once, so when he opened it for the first time, the audience went completely crazy.

Countless comments begging for kisses, hugs, and lifts whizzed past my eyes, which was understandable. There was also a large wave of people begging to be treated like dogs, be scolded, and be beaten, which was also pretty good.

"Hi, everyone, nice to see you again." Song Guicheng curved his eyes and waved to the audience.

His voice was gentle and low, echoing in the empty corridor, adding a touch of charm.

【I just realized that I am actually a voice control and I am in tears.jpg】

[I really want to sell the planet to redeem you. ]

[My original plan was to grow up to have a voice like this. ]

[Enough, host, can you sing some erotic songs for me to enjoy? ]

[Collected, what do you want to hear? I have enough food and clothing! ]

[Please give me a link! Please give me a link!! Don’t make me kneel down and beg you!!!]

……

[Some comments involve the privacy of viewers and have been blocked by the anchor. ]

Song Guicheng saw the messy speeches from the audience, chuckled, and answered a few questions:

"What do you think about the fact that you have a CP relationship with everyone? I... stand and watch? If not, I can squat and watch."

"Why is the anchor so white? I want some tips on how to whiten your skin. You may not believe it, but she became white because she was scared by ghosts."

The commentary was filled with “Hahahahahahahahahahaha”.

"Will you team up with Shi Sui in the future? It's not that I don't want to, it's mainly because his level is too high. I can't afford to go to the A-level dungeon, and I really can't afford to get hurt."

"Aren't you afraid that Xu Chongchuan will get jealous and stab you to death? Tsk, what truth are you talking about?"

"The host has a nice voice. Can you give me a kiss? The host declined."

……

While he was joking with the audience, he was also paying attention to other comments. Some were praising, some were asking questions, some were interacting with other viewers, and some were even insulting the host, but none of them were related to the Soul Tracking game or the dungeon, nor were they related to the previous bet.

It seems that there is no way to get anything out of the audience.

Song Guicheng lowered his eyes, hiding the thoughtful look that flashed across his face.

Gambling is a game between spectators. Players have never sat at the gambling table. Players are just the dice they use for fun, so there is no need for players to know the rules.

After saying goodbye to the audience, Song Guicheng turned off the barrage.

He leaned back slightly, leaned against the wall, and exhaled slowly. The flashlight was not on, and all he could see was thick darkness.

One thing is very strange. The players are like pigs and sheep kept in a pen. Whether it is exploiting players to earn points by live streaming, or ignoring players' opinions and starting life-and-death gambling games, everyone is used to it and doesn't feel anything is wrong.

It is true that in an extremely distorted and high-pressure environment, human nature and the social form of human beings will also change. The system represents the supreme authority, and it is normal for players to submit and follow.

But all players have this attitude, which is too abnormal and too strange.

Human beings are thinking animals, the epitome of resistance, and a race that is unwilling to be oppressed for so long, but now they surrender easily.

What on earth was the reason?

But now is obviously not the time to worry about these things.

Song Guicheng turned on the flashlight and focused his eyes on the place where the light disappeared. The beam of light was swallowed up by the silent darkness and became extremely silent.

The darkness in the distance seemed alive, flowing slowly, deep and charming. Black seemed to be a monotonous color, but in fact, it contained all the splendor.

Just like the darkness in the distance, like a cut black gem, it tempts people to explore forward, as if as long as they walk in, they can get everything they want.

For a moment, Song Guicheng was fascinated.

The moment he felt something unusual, Song Guicheng bit off the tip of his tongue without hesitation. The taste of blood immediately rushed into his throat, emitting a strong fishy smell, which instantly dispelled the confusing feeling.

Mental attacks are really hard to guard against. Song Guicheng decisively threw a piece of rational candy into his mouth.

A strange taste exploded in the mouth, like moldy vegetables mashed into mud, melting in an instant, making it impossible to spit it out or swallow it, hanging in an uncomfortable state.

It's hard not to regain your sanity after eating such a candy!

Song Guicheng took two deep breaths, swallowed the candy whole, and slowly walked deeper into the tunnel.

……

……

The footsteps echoed in the corridor for a long time, so long that Song Guicheng suspected that this road had no end at all. Finally, he saw a little light, like a firefly in the dark night.

Song Guicheng raised his wrist and looked at his watch. The hands showed just past one in the morning.

He looked at the faint light, and before he got closer, his heartbeat began to quicken.

What is the secret that the mistress has been guarding...

Song Guicheng tightened his hands as he groped for the wall. He checked his backpack and the jade beads on his wrist before calming himself down and moving forward.

The light seemed very close, but every time you got closer it returned to its original state as if playing a joke on you.

After going around in circles, Song Guicheng seemed to have gone around the dark corridor again. He turned around to look at the road he had walked, but his foot was submerged in the gloomy darkness.

It turns out the entrance is on the back side of the light.

*

When Song Guicheng regained consciousness, he saw an apple tree that was unimaginably large in front of him.

No, this tree has gone beyond the category of a tree and has stood tall as a living mountain.

Song Guicheng got up in a daze, forgetting even to breathe.

The strong tree roots intertwined and covered the endless open space, and the green leaves covered the sky and dyed the air, creating a green sea on the land. And he was just a mayfly floating in this sea, small and fragile.

He looked up and finally understood where the twinkling lights in the dark night came from. It was the blue fluorescence dotted on the branches.

Song Guicheng squinted his eyes and saw those fluorescent figures curled up into human shapes, sleeping peacefully among the branches. There were all kinds of them, babies, girls, young men...

Suddenly, his brows relaxed and his eyes slowly widened in disbelief.

Because he saw a familiar figure among the blue fluorescent lights, it was the dead Zhao Siming.

But he was no longer dead, but had shrunk to the age of a teenager, with a very well-behaved face while sleeping, just like when Song Guicheng first saw him in the "Ankang Orphanage".

He looked to the side again, and sure enough, he saw a light spot that looked like Zhang Yuncheng not far away. He looked much younger than in the copy, and had returned to his youth.

Song Guicheng bent his knuckles slightly and pursed his lips.

It is said that the human body is filled with blue.

Blue is the sky that humans look up to, the water that nourishes all things, and the air that sustains life. Blue is the most essential color for humans.

It turns out those blue dots are... human souls?

It’s just that the souls of those dead people will no longer grow, but will gradually shrink, from an octogenarian to forty, back to youth, and then return to the state they were just born from the mother’s womb, until they turn into meaningless points of light and are lost between heaven and earth.

A faint blue color gradually filled Song Guicheng's light brown eyes, coating his cold white skin with a layer of the same color, setting off his clearly visible eyelashes, and transforming his facial features into a silent azure painting.

Song Guicheng was almost in a daze, as if he was about to drown in this sea of ​​land.

leave here!

leave here!!

Get out of here!!!

My consciousness shrank back, and every nerve was screaming to escape.

But his body was no longer under the control of his consciousness. It was like the instinct of migratory birds returning to the forest or fish returning to the water. Song Guicheng also followed his body's instinct and walked slowly forward.