attack stream of life

"Are you here to look for the old man?" The old lady said slowly, her voice a little hoarse.

She sat there, but she was lifeless, like a shell, all her emotions passed away with Miss Song's family, and now she is just a walking dead.

Qing Chuan was standing at the door, with one hand still on the door, with a gentle smile on his face, like a harmless little girl.

"Old lady, you also cut paper, and so do I, but no matter how beautiful the paper I cut, I can't move it. I want to know how you cut your paper alive."

"what……"

The old lady chuckled lightly, like a fallen leaf cutting the water in autumn, she was indescribably bleak, "After my son died, day and night, ice needles pierced my heart one by one. They didn't allow me to Resentment, don’t allow me to hate, just allow me to be like a wooden puppet, silent and silent...Resentment, hatred, bitterness and hatred are burning in my belly, and this old man’s knife is like hatred! Every knife is hatred!"

She stood up at once, "You cut yourself into pieces, so broken that you can't pick them up, what living thing can't be cut?"

Qing Chuan saw that black air condensed on her fingertips.

It was the breath of death, with a smell of decay.

The black silk thread is like mist and rain, entangled between her hand and the paper, they twitched and laughed, mourned deeply, and transformed into black butterflies and chaffinches at the fingertips, and exploded in an instant, turning into black rain.

Hei Yu went downstream, like a school of small fish, chasing and devouring each other into a big fish, and plunged into the white paper.

Qing Chuan 'saw' ink marks slightly leaking from the white paper, the ink marks looming, and a pair of blood-red eyes appeared in the middle, like a woman weeping blood.

It has life.

Born of resentment.

Qing Chuan raised his eyes to look at the old lady, but saw that the old man smiled strangely, his eyes were already pitch black, without pupils or whites, like an endless abyss.

She has been possessed, trapped in it and unable to extricate herself.

"I am a mother without a child, and she is a child without a mother. In this small yard, we are mother and daughter. She likes to stay by my side since she was a child. I show her the Cowherd and Vega in the sky. My son likes to hear I went to inquire about the stories outside every day. My son wanted to learn to read, but I knocked my head on my wife’s door, so I begged for a female teacher.”

"She's smart and can learn everything quickly. If she was a boy, she might be able to get the first prize in the exam."

Her cheeks trembled a bit, and her smile was warmed by the memories.But the eyes were still black, lifeless.

"My son is benevolent and filial. She said that she would pick me up and take care of me in the future. I am looking forward to it day and night. My son will marry a good man, and I will raise children for her in the future. My scissors are supposed to cut a double happiness, but they don't give it to me." I have a chance. The Song family can't accommodate us, so I cut out the word 'sacrifice' for them and sent them on their way!"

With the last gnashing of teeth, she reached out and raised the wastebasket in her hand, and black butterflies flew around, carrying the pieces of paper with her.

They flew away like a sharp sword, and it was like a ball of ink from a high place falling to the ground and bursting and splashing.

She didn't just want one's life anymore, she wanted the Song Mansion to be buried with her.

If a person is desperate to the extreme, he will ignore morality and reason.The Song Mansion is definitely not all guilty, but she has been possessed by demons, and she can only see evil in her eyes, but not good.

Several of them flew in front of Qingchuan, and turned into 'people' with blue faces and round faces, with their mouths cracked open and laughing, the corners of the mouth were pulled all the way to the ears, there was no tongue inside, only a piece of blood red.

These green-faced men were extremely fast, forming phantoms in front of him.

Qing Chuan didn't hesitate anymore, a short whip had already condensed in the palm of his hand.

A thread of fire at the end of the short whip burned from the tail to the handle in an instant, Qing Chuan was like holding a fire dragon.Stretching out his hand and flicking it, the whip left a thick scorched mark on the body of a paper figurine, and sparks flickered near the wound, like burning oil when it touched it.

No matter how fast a few paper figurines are, Yu Qingchuan only needs a few seconds.

But it's too late.

There is no chance of redemption.

The old lady didn't want to kill him, she just wanted to stop him.

In just a few seconds, there was nothing in the wastebasket, and all the paper figurines left. They took the last order left by their master and went to find their prey.

The old man was sitting on the chair with his hands drooping, with a weird smile on his face, his dark eyes wide open, and he had lost his breath.

She is dead.

Can't tell why he died.

Qing Chuan heard screams not far away, but soon the screams subsided, and now it was terribly quiet.An orange light floated in the distant sky, which was the light brought by the flames.Is it on fire?

He thumped the table, those paper figurines were extremely fast, and now most of them have been won, it seems meaningless for him to go.

An unspeakable sadness enveloped the land.

It's not because he lost the game, or because a lot of people died.It was very sudden, and I felt the last resort and regret in the world.

He recalled once again his eyes full of blood when he was a child, Qingchuan hadn't tried such powerlessness for a long time.

Many things are difficult to describe in terms of right and wrong, black and white is the child's perspective, they have been standing in the gray area.

Everything feels differently on others than on yourself.

In the old lady's hand, there was still an unfinished paper figurine. Qing Chuan brought it over and found out why the cut was not finished.

This is a silhouette of a woman, like a shadow cast on the wall, without specific facial features, but you will feel that this is a very beautiful girl.

With a warm breath, it seems that you can still hear the laughter like silver bells on the paper.

This is Miss Song, right?

Maybe she wanted to cut out her own dead child, but she was reluctant to let her appear as a monster.If the old lady had made up her mind and condensed such a huge emotional energy, this should be her most powerful paper figurine.

But I can't bear it, the last knife, no matter what, I can't do it.

The emotion of being a mother pulled her last warmth.

Qing Chuan seemed to see hesitation and hesitation, struggle and pain from that abrupt break.

He stretched out his hand and slowly tore off the last remnants of the connection with his nails.

The paper man was placed in the old lady's hands by him.

He saw white fluorescence emitting from the paper figurine, and a white phantom appeared there, which was Qingchuan's power.

His mercy, his sympathy, and his blessing are all there.

The 'feeling' born of others.

The translucent woman slowly turned into a solid body, she nodded to Qingchuan, and stretched out her hand to smooth the wrinkles between the old lady's brows.

He saw the ink in the dark eyes recede quickly, and the eyes slowly closed.The translucent phantom broke free from the old body.

'Mother, let's go. '

The woman took the old lady's hand, and the mother said, making the old man who was like a grieving ghost become amiable.Her smile became a little more real, and there was no resentment on her face, only the cherishment that was lost and regained.

They all disappeared, only the little paper figurines in mid-air drifted unwillingly for a while before falling to the ground.

"Host, your skills have been upgraded." The system carefully drilled out.

"Oh."

After cleaning up the paper figurines in the Song Mansion, and then helping to put out the fire, it was already five o'clock.

Except for these players, there were no living people in this mansion, and the paper people made their moves quickly and without leaving a trace of life.

Maybe some of them are not innocent, but most of them are not worthy of death.It's just that it was too late, they were fast, and the paper doll was even faster, like a gust of wind, blowing gently would kill people.

Who can guard against a wind?

None survived.

They returned to the inn, and another group of people also arrived, sighing, and it seemed that Zhang San's death had not been prevented.

"The side plot is not completed, but the mastermind behind the scenes has been found out, so the game is considered a success?"

"Forget it. There is no punishment for failure in this world, because failure means death. We have eliminated all those paper figurines, and the mastermind behind the scenes has also died, so it is considered a success. But now when I think about the situation of the Song family..." Curly hair The young man wiped his face and couldn't continue.

People who were born and raised in peaceful times, where have they seen such a tragedy of extermination?

"Oh oh oh——" The rooster crowed somewhere, and a light came in from the window, and it turned out that it was dawn.

The tense nerves finally relaxed, and everyone was extremely tired, wishing to close their eyes and go to sleep.

Some packages fell from the sky, and Qingchuan got a red package for the first time, which contained a pair of scissors, which looked very ordinary, with a line engraved on the handle: Gift from Yu Niang.

The red parcel shivered resolutely and turned into a piece of paper.

It read: It was originally an instant healing item, but it was abruptly replaced with scissors. For bad reviews, remember to find the right one.

And, this is a very ordinary pair of scissors, except for cutting paper quickly and stably, it has no advantages.Luo Yuniang has a saying for you, scissors for you, don't use your nails next time, the bumps are not smooth at all, it ruined her paper.

Qingchuan smiled for a while, and put away the ordinary scissors.

The game is over, stand in line to share the fruits.

He gave everyone a one-time stand-in prop, and invited them to come out of this world to play with him in Huaxia, and then he was the first to leave here.

There was no point in staying, he had had enough rest.Let's go to the next stop.I don't know why, but I suddenly miss Wei Ge a little bit.

Perhaps life is too impermanent and abilities are limited.

He wanted to confirm the existence of the other party.

"Host, this is the new skill description:

Dimensional Cutter (mutation).

The plane is the body, cutting everything in the world, scissors are the pen, and the description is endless.Men and women in the world of mortals, the world is so difficult, why not have a big dream in my world?

Using plane paper-cutting to create a three-dimensional world, which has the advantages of puppetry and illusion, is a very good variation. "

Qing Chuan was already mentally prepared, he felt a little fuzzy when he started.

That is to say, he can use flat objects as the carrier to create a half-empty and half-real puppet. The shape and ability of this puppet can all be created and set by himself.It sounds like this is a supportive combat class. If you act together with the monsters in the shelter, there may be surprises.

"There is another piece of news. Wei Ge has already killed his superior, and is launching an attack on the superior. If he succeeds, he will try to pull you into the game place with the final boss, which is the monster that dominates the entire horror game world. Do you want to think about pushing the boss together?"

"It's more interesting for Wei Ge to become the final boss and I will push him." He used his fingers to comb his hair into a big back and tied a bow. "He worked so hard over there, I can't slack off. Tell Wei Ge, I will On the way here, anytime."

"Yes."

"My warriors, your task is to rescue the princess from the evil dragon. Just rescue the princess and bring her back here. Anything you want, wealth, status, beauty, is all within your reach."

As soon as he crossed the portal, he looked up and saw an old man with his chin up, spitting on a high platform not far ahead, giving a speech.

To be honest, I really don't see any worries.

Instead, there was a sad couple behind him, dressed like a king and queen, gorgeously dressed, with golden crowns on their heads.The king was comforting his wife and kept saying, "It will be all right, just beat the dragon."

Qing Chuan looked around, there were [-] players, mixed races, and an Indian girl in a sari.

Undoubtedly a high-end game, no surprises.

There is also a guide NPC in the high-end game, so what kind of game is this, obsession elimination?not like.Escape, too.That leaves decryption.

So where is the puzzle?Is to find the princess?

The old man on the stage had finished his tirade. He pointed to the forest to the east with his cane. Under the shade of the trees, he could vaguely see a path. "Go, warriors, this is the road to the castle of the evil dragon."

Eighteen reluctant warriors walked silently toward the forest to the east.

"I seem to have heard of this game. It's a dark fairy tale-style puzzle game." A girl in a pink-haired Lolita costume said, "I've always wanted to check it out. But my friend said they played rescue games." Snow White's game, is it now about saving the dragon princess?"

She didn't seem to be afraid at all, and she was eager to try.

"What's the Save Snow White game like?" a middle-aged man asks.

"Well... props, or other information, can be exchanged." The pink-haired girl said her ultimate goal, "There is no free lunch in this world. I can guarantee that this news is definitely worth the money. "

"How? It only takes a little price."

Several people have shown a willingness to swap.

"Ah, that's right." A young man who was chewing gum and had a strong sense of mixed blood suddenly spoke up. He didn't rush to speak, he blew a bubble, and waited for all eyes to focus on him before he said slowly:

"I just came from the rest stop, and I have a very interesting news. Recently, there seems to be a boss who can beat the boss. It turns out that in the real world, there are people who have that mysterious power. They win for free, and they are generous. Very generous, giving away rare props. Do you want to know the information of that person? Maybe you will meet."

"Do you want to exchange information?"

Qingchuan: ...

He called the system, "I think he's talking about me."

"It's you. You're warm, considerate and generous."

The host blowing system replied without hesitation, it was very sincere, it didn't look like a lie.

After getting a satisfactory answer, Qing Chuan invited the system back, and watched the mixed-race boy sell his information with a calm face.

Players who are willing to exchange information and props set off again after their requirements are met, and the road is very peaceful.Everything is beautiful except that the forest is a bit dark and damp, and there are some wild animals.

Everyone is a high-end game player, this kind of opening is very friendly to them.

'Tuk Tuk Tuk, Tuk Tuk Tuk' The sound of horseshoes approaching from far to near did not sound like an army, and there was no such a big movement.

After a while, a red-maned horse sprang out from the path at the end of the line of sight, with a person lying on the horse's back.One man and one horse quickly ran to a position not far in front of the players. The man on the horse fell off. It was a soldier wearing leather armor, but his chest was torn and bleeding all the time.

"Warriors, kill the dragon, save, save the princess, she..."

Like the bloody plots of all TV dramas, the soldier died after saying the beginning.Just such a sentence, there is no hint, so what is the significance of this soldier's appearance?

"To remind us that the dragon is in a state of rage now?"

The group continued to walk forward, and more and more corpses of soldiers appeared, one after another, with blood flowing everywhere, and the scene was very tragic.They held swords in their hands, but it seemed that they had no chance of making a move.

A player carefully inspected the soldiers' wounds and spread his hands, "Same as before, it's a claw tear. There are only physical injuries and no signs of poisoning. This is good news. The dragon's claws are not poisonous."

"I remember that in the original fairy tales, the dragon should have the attribute of breathing fire, so why is it a scratch?" The mixed-race boy frowned.

"I don't understand the fairy tale logic of those vicious dragons catching a weak princess. Why would a dragon catch a princess? It doesn't matter if the caterpillar's flower color is bright or not. So why catch the princess?"

It's a good question, and everyone wants to know it.

A powerful behemoth with wealth and territory, why go to a weak human country to catch a princess who can only scream?It can't reproduce and can't improve life, and it won't eat if it catches it. What is it trying to do?

"This is a dark fairy tale, I think it can be thought of in all kinds of unimaginable directions."

"For example, on?"

"Are you serious? This size gap will run through, right?"

"That's why it's a dark fairy tale."

"Perhaps it's because the princess's thin skin is more delicious? The dragon is a picky eater?"

Qing Chuan felt that their ideas were very novel.

The direction where the soldiers' corpses pile up the most is the castle guarded by the evil dragon. It is not very big in the forest encirclement, only a few dozen meters high, that is, the height of a seven-story building, which seems miniscule to modern people like them.

Outside this miniature castle, there is a black-skinned dragon more than ten meters long guarding it, which is so irritable that it keeps blowing fire in all directions—this is really a fire-breathing dragon.

"I don't even understand. This giant dragon is so big, why does it have to build such a miniature castle? Just to capture the princess and put it in, and take care of her to eat and drink. It is still a doll when it is full. control?"

"And how did it build this castle? Is it magic? Or is it a threat to humans?"

"Why do you have to find logic in fairy tales?"

"Because this is not an ordinary fairy tale world, this is a fairy tale world of puzzle solving games. Logic is the key to solving the mystery."

Several people debated endlessly on whether there should be logic in the fairy tale world.A few melon eaters spotted a shadow on the top of the castle.

"Is it a princess?"

"If it's blond, then it should be."

“Even Disney doesn’t play Goldilocks anymore”

"But in the past, blond hair was the standard for princesses. Later, because of 'political correctness', many princesses of ethnic minorities appeared, and blond princesses gradually withdrew from the stage. But when it comes to the most standard fairy tale princesses, of course Blonde."

"Forget it, red hair is the symbol of blood."

The two almost quarreled.

"Speaking of setting, I think of a setting that is often found in a fairy tale world. A magic forest, an owner of the magic forest, this owner controls the magic forest, he can know everything that is happening in the forest, everything. "The pink-haired girl smiled meaningfully.

Qing Chuan looked over and exchanged glances with the girl.

The reminder has been given, and everyone tacitly.

Those few people also quietly turned their eyes back and continued the unnutritious quarrel.

The danger level of puzzle games is relatively low, and everyone will relax a little bit.The three game categories are very interesting. Escape games test combat effectiveness, puzzle games test intelligence, and obsession elimination games test a person's emotional intelligence.

To a certain extent, those who can go all the way to the high-end game without being eliminated are not weak in these aspects, and in reality, there is a high probability that they will be successful in their respective fields.

There is a saying that 'you need to be strong enough to strike iron'. Conversely, if you are strong enough, you will not be so afraid, so everyone has a good mentality and is still very confident in whether they can survive.

"Guys, let's get to work."

Everyone quieted down.

"I think, each of us can provide a clue or doubt that we have discovered, and summarize it together. One person, try not to repeat it with the predecessors. It may be a little unfair to the people behind, so it is better to speak earlier."

An old man with a white beard made this suggestion, and everyone thought it was okay.

"I'll come first." The pink-haired Lolita girl said first, "I have some doubts about the wounds of the soldiers. Because the dragon is obviously a magical creature, at least it can breathe fire, so why are all the soldiers Scratching? Just for fun? Or to hide something?"

Then there is a man with brown skin full of nautical flavor, "I also found a footprint. There are messy human footprints on the ground, but unfortunately, I didn't find the footprints of a dragon. At first I thought it was flying and attacking." Humans, but there is a forest where the soldier fell, and there is no room for a flying dragon. So, where did its footprints go?"

"It's also about the scratches." The person who checked the wounds of the soldiers before said, "According to the correct logic, even a dragon should have a difference between hand and hand, but it is strange that the scratches on the soldiers are somewhat Some are from the left paw, some are from the right paw.—By the way, I'm a junior forensics student in the real world."

"So, the first question is summarized: Is the dragon we are looking for the same as the dragon that hurt the soldiers?"

The pink-haired girl smiled very meaningfully.

"Boom—" Suddenly there was a deafening roar, and I saw the dragon flapping its wings on the spot and spitting out long flames towards this side.

"My God, the behind-the-scenes is in a hurry!"

Everyone didn't expect the attack to come as soon as they said it, and just as they were about to avoid it, a person in the crowd raised his hand, and a light golden mask wrapped them all.

The flames outside spread across the mask, almost engulfing them all, but there was nothing inside, not even a change in temperature.

"Continue." Qing Chuan said after opening the protective cover.

They thought that Qingchuan had used up a protective item, but they didn't think much of it, they just muttered to themselves twice that this person must have a lot of items, and it wouldn't hurt to burn it.

"Let me come to the second summary." The mixed-race boy looked up at the castle in the distance, "In the beginning, except for the soldier who escaped, everyone else should have died, all of which were scratches. Isn't the setting of breathing fire strange? ?Remember, I said that the dragon 'should' have fire-breathing properties. This seems like an unsuccessful patch. It's been eavesdropping on our conversations."

"Kill those soldiers, control the dragon, eavesdrop on our conversation, who is the real master of the forest, the real dragon?"