I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

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[Current copy: Divine Breath]

[Type: Single-player copy]

[Difficulty: Unable to determine]

[Main Quest: Sacrifice]

[Customs clearance reward: unknown]

[The live broadcast room has been... The live broadcast room cannot be connected... The live broadcast room has been disconnected. 】

Song Guicheng seemed to be in a deep dream, his consciousness wandering in a super-dimensional space, which brought him a dizzy feeling. He could no longer confirm where he was. However, this feeling soon disappeared along with the cold and inorganic electronic sound of the system.

His feet landed on solid ground, but his body swayed as if he was swinging on a swing.

When Song Guicheng opened his eyes, he found himself standing on a wooden suspension bridge suspended over the surging river. The breeze from the river made the corners of his clothes rustle.

There are rolling mountains all around, and drizzling rain. The mist in the mountain stream is like white gauze wrapped around the mountainside, making it impossible to see the true appearance of the mountain.

The visibility here is terribly low, and you can hardly see anything more than half a meter away. Even with a sharp mind like Song Guicheng, he can only barely see a suspension bridge two or three meters away that is still similar to the one under his feet.

He reached out and grabbed the protective cable next to him, barely able to stand still, and then looked around at his current situation.

This suspension bridge is simply made of hemp ropes and wooden boards connected together. The gaps between the wooden boards are quite large, so it is easy to step on them if you are not careful. It also seems to have been repaired many times, and traces of breakage can be seen.

The suspension bridge was poorly protected, with only a few ropes surrounding the bridge, and the gap between the two ropes was enough for a child to fall into the water. However, the rope was strong, heavy in the hand, and very rough. In just a few moments, a red mark was worn out on Song Guicheng's palm.

The sky was so gloomy that he couldn't tell the time. He stretched out his other hand to look at his watch. It was 3:23 pm, the same time as outside the copy.

...Is it a coincidence?

It should not be.

Song Guicheng had some idea in his mind.

At the same time, he was surprised to find that he did not change into any clothes related to the dungeon this time, and was still wearing the clothes he changed into before going to Jiang Chi's place. A white open-collared shirt, cotton and linen wide-leg pants of the same color, and a dark gray long cardigan on the outside.

He originally brought it with him because he was particularly afraid of the cold after being injured, but he didn't expect that this convenient thing would prevent him from freezing to death in the cold drizzle in the mountains as soon as he entered the dungeon.

Song Guicheng looked back and saw that the road behind him was also shrouded in white fog. Only the suspension bridge under his feet extended from the hazy paleness, going forward, with no idea where it led to.

He opened his backpack and checked his props. Xiaohua fell into a deep sleep, curled up in the grid, he looked at her twice to confirm that she was really just asleep, then he turned his attention to the other props.

Bagua plate, a piece of rational candy, three dream candies, a dagger, super glue, and the MVP reward from the previous copy, the apple pendant.

Song Guicheng clicked:

【Apple Pendant:

The mother gave this pendant to her child before she died, hoping that the pendant could protect her child.

Wearing this pendant will grant you powerful protection that lasts for 5 minutes and can be used once in each instance.

Remaining times 1/1 (resettable)]

After seeing the introduction of this prop, Song Guicheng was silent for a moment. Calvin's mother loved him very much, but it was a pity that this love could not save him or preserve his conscience. He eventually compromised with hatred and revenge, and implicated too many innocent people.

Song Guicheng sighed in his heart and looked up at the road ahead. The thick fog almost completely blocked his sight. It was not like the ordinary gas diffused by rain and temperature, but it gave people a strong ominous atmosphere just by looking at it.

The coolness brought by the river breeze and rain meanders along the spine from time to time, and a shiver flows through the heart, making people feel itchy all over.

Song Guicheng took a deep breath, tightly grasped the rope in his hand, and tentatively took the first step.

Only after I really started walking on it did I realize that walking on this bridge is not as scary as it looks. Just hold on to the cables tightly and be careful before landing, and it won't be a big problem.

However, the wind on the river was very strong, causing the bridge and people to sway from side to side. They had to stop from time to time to balance their bodies. However, the fog in front of them was not blown away by the wind at all, making it look even more weird.

The rain slapped mercilessly on Song Guicheng's face, his hair was wet and stuck to his forehead. He could only wipe his face with his cardigan and continue walking forward.

The bridge and the water seemed to have no end. In the huge mountains and on the wide water surface, thick fog enveloped everything. All things were at rest and there was only the sound of the wind in the silence. Song Guicheng was the only one walking alone.

He was a little nervous at first, but after getting used to it, he felt more and more comfortable walking on this kind of bridge. He found that walking on this kind of bridge was actually similar to some extreme road conditions in the training base. The only difference was that if he fell down here, he would probably be dead.

Song Guicheng stepped over the planks one by one, and the scenery in front of him kept repeating, the river and the planks flashed before his eyes one after another, making him a little dazed. He bit the tip of his tongue, and the pain immediately woke him up. He climbed the cable and decided to stop by the bridge to rest for a while.

His clothes were wet and sticky to his body, and Song Guicheng simply began to think about some of the situations in this copy.

Divine Breath is the name of this dungeon. This word sounds so majestic and heavy that it makes people's hearts tremble. A single-player dungeon means there are no other players, no threats, and also no help.

Since the main task is sacrifice, there must be a clan or a tribe living here, and the question he is most concerned about is whether that clan or tribe will accept the arrival of a outsider and allow a outsider to participate in their sacrificial activities.

After all, based on his experience in previous copies, they entered that world with a legitimate identity, but this time it was different, he was a complete outsider.

Song Guicheng thought for a few moments, his fingertips moved slightly, and he decided to find a place where there were people first. There was no point in thinking about these problems now. When the time comes, we will just fight back with soldiers and block the water with earth.

He set out on the long journey again. There was silence all around him, like a row of dead mountains, overlooking the weak and helpless traveler.

Song Guicheng didn't know how long he had been walking, he just felt the rain getting heavier, from a drizzle gradually turning into a downpour.

Finally, before the rain completely blocked his vision, he saw the bridge tower, which was the fulcrum in the middle of the bridge. It was much more stable than the bridge itself and at least would not be swayed by the wind.

When Song Guicheng saw this, he saw a tall man with a hat on his head standing on the bridge tower.

anyone?

His heart sank, and he did not feel the joy of meeting a fellow creature at all. In such an environment, who knows if the person he met is a human?

But he couldn't retreat now. There was no way to escape, so he could only bite the bullet and move forward.

When he got closer, he realized that it was a man who seemed to be waiting for him. He waved at him when he saw him coming, but didn't say anything.

Song Guicheng hesitated for a moment, held the apple pendant in his hand, and then walked over.

The man was really tall, about two meters tall. He wore a black gown with the hem tucked into overalls, and a pair of hiking boots. His attire was no different from that of modern people, except for the rather peculiar hat on his head.

The hat is mainly silver, vermilion, and black, with a very wide brim, almost half the width of a man's shoulder, spiral-shaped in the middle, and topped with a polished bead. The hat looks very heavy, not like it's made of cloth, but rather like the colors are painted on.

The man was still waving at him, and only stopped when Song Guicheng walked in front of him: "Stranger, I've been waiting for you here for a long time." His voice was as rough as his appearance, but not unpleasant, and he deliberately lowered his voice, as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

Song Guicheng kept half a step away from him and answered him in a low voice: "Hello, I wonder why you are waiting for me here?"

The man replied, "The priest calculated that a stranger would visit today, so he asked me to pick you up. Come with me." After that, he left without looking back.

Priest? Song Guicheng repeated this word in his mind. It seemed that this tribe was the one that would hold the sacrifice.

He hurried to keep up with the man.

The suspension bridge was getting higher and higher, and there were forks in the road. The man led the way in front, and Song Guicheng followed behind him. The two did not talk along the way. The man seemed to have no desire to communicate. He was on guard all the way, looking around from time to time, but he would stop at every fork to see if Song Guicheng had caught up.

The higher we went, the more complicated the road became. There were many suspension bridges and some sections were almost vertical, so we had to climb up by ropes. I don't know if it was an illusion, but the higher we went, the lighter the rain and the thinner the fog became.

When Song Guicheng was climbing, the man was behind him to support him.

Finally, after climbing a steep suspension bridge, the fog had completely disappeared. Song Guicheng clearly felt that the atmosphere around him had changed drastically, and the ominous feeling and trembling were isolated.

The rain is still falling, but it is not cold, and it is even a little gentle.

The man behind him finally spoke: "I didn't expect you to have such good stamina."

He sounded more relaxed, and although his voice was still suppressed, it was not as tense.

Song Guicheng replied: "It's OK, I exercise regularly."

Once they started chatting for the first time, things went more and more smoothly. The two exchanged names, and the man's name was Jing He.

Jing He said: "You are so small, like a girl."

Song Guicheng: ...

He is 1.83 meters tall, has abdominal muscles, a narrow waist and long legs. He has a very gentle and non-aggressive temperament, but it is the first time that someone has said that he looks like a girl.

But compared to Jing He's two-meter-tall stature, bronze complexion, and strong, powerful muscles...

Well, I can't afford to be hurt.

He gave an awkward laugh.

The next suspension bridge was much easier to walk on. The river breeze blew gently, from violent to gentle, and walking on the bridge was almost like walking peacefully.

Song Guicheng noticed this unusual thing, but he didn't ask. Since the priest had already calculated his visit, it would be better to ask the priest directly instead of asking other people.

"We're here." Jing He suddenly stopped.

Song Guicheng stopped with him and looked back at him. Jing He smiled at him and said, "Welcome, stranger."

The two of them took a step forward together, and the next moment, the scene of the suspension bridge suddenly changed, as if heavy fog had been cleared away, revealing the truth.

Song Guicheng held his breath and looked at everything in front of him in disbelief.

This looked like a large tribe with buildings scattered all over the place, but what surprised him was that all these houses stood in the air without any support underneath, like a huge city in the sky. Time seemed to stop when gravity took effect, and everything was still in the air.

All the buildings are connected by suspension bridges, and from a distance they look like a dense net.

"Oh my God..." Song Guicheng couldn't help but murmur.

"Jing He, have you gone down and brought the stranger here?" the man across the suspension bridge asked him, "What's the situation down there?"

Jing He replied: "Not very good, still the same as before."

The two people spoke at a normal volume, but their voices were still very clear even though they were at a long distance.

Song Guicheng could feel that many eyes were cast at him from those tall and low buildings. These eyes were filled with curiosity, joy, indifference, and suspicion, but without any malice.

It's very strange that he had no ill will towards a stranger of unknown origin.

Was this also explained in advance by the priest?

Jing He ignored those looks and comforted Song Guicheng, "They are just curious, nothing else. I will take you to visit the priest first."

Song Guicheng nodded: "Okay."

The two walked from the flat ground to the suspension bridge again. Song Guicheng admired the buildings along the way. They were large and small, uneven, but without exception, they were very exquisite, with carved beams and painted buildings, delicate patterns, flying eaves and hanging corners, shining under the raindrops, which were so ingenious that walking through them was like entering a fairyland.

This prosperity and beauty formed a sharp contrast with the horror and weirdness below, making everything here seem even more unusual.

Jing He led Song Guicheng through many twists and turns, and finally arrived at a relatively remote place, where there was only one building. It consisted of a dozen pavilions, and the roofs and eaves of each pavilion were carved with auspicious clouds and trees, and some kind of giant beasts roaming among them. Even though they were more than ten meters apart, the solemn and majestic momentum still poured down like a mountain.

Only then did Song Guicheng notice that these buildings did not seem to be made of stone, but of some special material, smooth and delicate with a bright color.

He even felt that the blood in his body resonated with this place, as if it was receiving some kind of pious call and worship.

Is this the land blessed by Wu Zhi?

Song Guicheng took a deep breath, suppressed the surging emotions in his heart and the urge to cry, and pinched his palms tightly.

It should be like this. He should be admired by millions of people, should be worshipped with incense and incense, and he should always be glorious, grand, and bright.

You shouldn't be trapped in shackles, you shouldn't be trapped in darkness.

The most inappropriate thing is to step down from the altar for him.

Jing He didn't notice Song Guicheng's changing expression and said to him, "Go up."

Song Guicheng swallowed his tears and said in a hoarse voice: "Okay."