The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

"Although he can't speak anymore, he can still write with his hands." Guan Zhiyu manipulated the little robot to run over holding a towel. Bai Jingxing's whole body seemed soaked in blood. They had no way of knowing how long he had been imprisoned by the city lord. "His The Tesuji have not been broken either...it doesn't interfere with the spread of information."

Qiu Boyi gently lifted Bai Jingxing up with a mechanical arm. He didn't suffer any fatal injuries. The only troublesome thing was the large depression in his ribs. He groped carefully for a while and said, "Three pieces on the left side are broken, and the right side is better. I picked up two, but they were all broken into slag...Damn it, isn’t this a virtual world, what kind of shit is it to be so real!”

"A direct blow made him incapable of resisting," He Qin said, "but it didn't kill him immediately."

Qin Ying walked silently from the side. The tight black clothes stretched her exquisite body to perfection, like a female ninja emerging from the shadows.She stretched out her arm, and the frost immediately spread and froze Bai Jingxing's wound.

They have been active on the outskirts of the city that never sleeps. Unlike No One Sleeping and Swords Like Dreams that went deep into the Yang House, the tentacles of the Inquisition Society and Jiang Shanxiao are all extending towards the lower-level folks, although their leaders are doing everything. The embarrassing and dirty work of digging graves, but the dirty work is really dirty, and the rich funds have indeed accumulated rapidly like a snowball.Money is not everything, but no money is absolutely impossible. If it weren't for the gold of these dead people...the dead ghosts, Chi Qingliu and Hua Ying would not be able to spread artificial eyes and ears all over the capital of Huangquan overnight.

"What is so special about Bai Jingxing that the city lord chose him?" Wen Zheliu rubbed his lower lip, frowning slightly, "The only possibility I can think of is probably his physique... But what's the problem? ?”

"Do you have the physique of a Sao Ling?" Xie Yuanyuan looked at Bai Jingxing's skinny cheeks, and recalled the scene when they first met him. At that time, the sun in the western town was dry and hot, like a real body. The handsome man bent his lips and walked in. Laughing, the lens reflects a clear stream of light, and his expression is very sly like a male fox, "He can sense me when he sees me for the first time. It's really amazing...but the city lord just arrested him for this, is it possible?"

"Unless he knows some secrets of the city lord," Li Zhengqing said slowly, "because the part of him that is different from ordinary people... has discovered the secrets that the city lord needs to hide."

"Turtle son..." Chi Qingliu murmured, "Ri's mother is like a god-like Harper, killing people to death. If he knows what's going on, he's going to make a fool of himself. This place with plague is everywhere. Ghost, isn't that oil thief a ghost?"

After this dialect, Wen Zheliu could roughly understand what it meant, but he rubbed his lips, but couldn't help but be taken aback: "What?"

Chi Qingliu pretended that he didn't understand, so he coughed: "The oil thief, cockroach! He is dressed in black, doesn't he look like a cockroach?"

Qin Ying lowered her head expressionlessly, looking at her tight black clothes, Chi Qingliu quickly patched it up: "This word is only for him, only for him!"

Du Zijun said coldly: "The city lord is indeed not a ghost, he is a god."

"No, that's not right!" Wen Zheliu's body shook, and he said loudly, "I...I got it! I got it!"

His intelligence is well known to everyone, upon hearing his shocking yell, even General Yan Hua, who couldn't understand their discussion and ran to feed Bai Jingxing with medicine, raised his head and looked at him curiously.

"Let's hear it?" He Qin Jintong smiled and stared at him without blinking.

In the first sentence, Wen Zheliu only said four words: "The scope is expanded!"

"Eh?" Xie Yuanyuan scratched his head, "What do you mean...can you explain?"

"Expand the range that Bai Jingxing's physique can perceive!" Wen Zheliu continued in one breath, "Sao Ling's physique, what if he can perceive not only ghosts, but creatures with the concept of 'inhuman'?"

"What basis do you have?" Li Zhengqing stared at him closely, his heart moved slightly, and he had vaguely thought of the conclusion he wanted to say.

"Xie Yuanyuan," Wen Zheliu said, Xie Yuanyuan shrank his shoulders, "His sense of existence made him a person that even ghosts and gods would ignore him, but Bai Jingxing was able to be ahead of his own when he met him for the first time. The eyes, that is, the visual senses can detect his existence, and this is also because Xie Yuanyuan is a human being, and he has not escaped the category of 'human being', so he has not been ignored by Bai Jingxing's physique!"

"So to be precise, Bai Jingxing's special ability is not 'perception', but 'distinguishment'." Wen Zheliu said every word, thinking smoothly, "In his eyes, there are only two types of living creatures, one is human, One is right and wrong."

"Now, let's change our thinking," he said softly, "What is the identity that the city's main force wants to prove for itself?"

Hua Ying said in a deep voice, "It's...God!"

"So he is not a god!" Gui Shi jumped up and shouted loudly, "He is a human being, but he pretended to be a god, and then he was spotted by the head of the group...he will gag him!"

"The answer is correct, plus ten points." Wen Zheliu snapped his fingers.

The tunnel was silent, He Qin moved his originally injured left shoulder, he kept holding Wen Zheliu's hand, giving him wordless encouragement, at this moment, he suddenly wrote two words in Wen Zheliu's palm.

"All right".

Wen Zheliu looked down at him, their eyes met, and their minds were connected in an instant.

Alright... The wound on He Qin's shoulder healed up all at once?

This reminded him of the previous worlds, those more normal worlds, once the "truth" was deciphered by the players in spoken language, then they would be equivalent to gaining some kind of supreme authority in an instant, and wound healing would be considered a small case , even killing a god-like monster is not impossible.

In a sense, they have seen through part of the city lord's secret...but not all of it.

"But..." Guan Zhiyu was still hesitant, "You've seen it too, can a monster that can fast forward 20 days at once be considered a human being? This is almost like a god, right?"

"Anyway," Li Zhengqing said solemnly, without any relaxed joy, "Since it is certain that he is not a god, but only a human being, then things will be much easier. However, we still have a tough battle to fight."

She turned to He Qin: "Are you sure, the mission of this world is to let that priest and the oiran meet?"

"It's not meeting," Wen Zheliu corrected. "Meeting is only a part of the goal. To be precise, what we want to achieve for Abel is to send the Holy Son away from the city that never sleeps and from the underworld."

Hua Ying concluded: "Rescue the Son, find the priest, send them out of the city when Yuedu comes to Huangquan, and then protect the two people until the Son leaves Huangquan."

At this time, everyone heard the sound from the top, the noise was faint, and the qin bells moved together.The city seems to be slowly waking from sleep, preparing for the grand banquet that will follow.

"The tunnel we dug is just under Awaqiyuan," Chi Qingliu said, "but I don't know what's going on now, and I don't know if the city lord can still know our movements, so it's not easy to move my scouts... ..."

However, Qiu Boyi and Guan Zhiyu have already activated their activities. After long-term combat training, together with Hua Ying, the three of them are an army.

"Link matrix." Hua Ying said.

"The matrix has been linked." Qiu Boyi's left eye has already glowed with a metallic color, and at this moment, it is rotating and shrinking layer by layer like a cipher disk.

"Turn on the image simulation function."

"The image simulation function has been turned on." Guan Zhiyu unfolded the paper-thin heat-conducting keyboard, and what was arranged on it were not buttons, but a flow of information flying like a waterfall. His ten fingertips were sharp iron blue, like a jumping spider limbs.

"In conducting image data... the image data establishes remote transmission."

The faces of the people became solemn, and the sound of breathing was light and rapid. Surrounding the three people, a small intelligence tower had already been established. The cold and beating numbers and their mechanized body parts constituted an incomparable...

"Stop, stop, stop!" Qiu Boyi grinned, the pupil of his left eye became bigger and smaller, "What a few, I can only see a group of color blocks floating around in the energy imaging, stop quickly, stop quickly !"

... Forget it, it's still the familiar smell of a dead house.

"Then turn on Spectrum Imaging!" Hua Ying said angrily. It was obvious that the perfect pretense process was interrupted and he was also very unhappy. "Let's see if there is any arrest warrant for us on the street!"

"I didn't see the arrest warrant..." Qiu Boyi turned his mechanical eyes around, "but there are so many ghosts on the street, all of them are coming in the direction of Apokihara...they care about the flying palace above our heads. Gao Tianyuan. The rules seem to have changed this year, the oiran selection will be made from many gods and four Furisode Shinzos, and the judges will be... the city lord and the Taifu! Brawl!"

More than 20 players exchanged glances with each other, and at the same time there was a distant, tsunami-like shock from the ground above their heads, and the clanging of chains. It was countless ghosts cheering and howling. They felt light, warmth and brightness at the same time, even in deep Being underground, the light is unstoppable and cannot be covered up.

"Holy Son," Wen Zheliu said, "Where is she now?"

"She...she..."

Qiu Boyi suddenly got stuck.

His human eyes stared at the void in the tunnel, bewildered, but so focused, as if lit by the sun; his mechanical eyes enlarged blankly, trembling slightly chaotically, as if analyzing an overly complex, Ancient and beautiful painting.

The rays of the sun are scattered, and thousands of flowers are flying.Dressed in red clothes and scarlet clothes, the holy son twisted his long white-gold hair into an elegant Libingo, meandering from the sky.Her lips are as beautiful as roses, and the end of her eyes is also charming and thin red. In addition to the hairpin wrapped around her hair, there is also a mirror-shaped golden crown on her forehead, shining like a bright sun. .Such a peerless beauty, but her eyes are as clear as Kunlun's snow water, making the expensive and gorgeous clothes completely become a vulgar burden that binds her perfect soul.Gods shouldn't be wearing these vulgar decorations...anything that tries to share her glorious beauty is the dust of the following criminals!

"This is... the Oiran Road!" Qiu Boyi's voice was hoarse, and a blue light shot out from his left eye, like a projection device, spreading a light curtain in the dark tunnel. Also like snow, the little ghost playing the fan, the maid holding the umbrella and carrying the lamp, the fox-faced demon walking beside him, the musician wearing a silk belt, and the dancer throwing gold powder... Everything goes away, the Holy Son takes three slow steps, and the ghost on his head The tassels trembled and swayed, the eyes looked straight ahead, and the vermilion long sleeves were lifted up by the flowers flowing like a stream in the sky, flying back gracefully.

Gradually, the ecstatic howls of the ghosts can no longer be heard, and it is impossible to know whether it is an illusion or reality. The vast golden light is like the rays of the sun, and the yellow springs are scattered from the sky. The oiran election is held every 30 years. , all ghosts can see the Amaterasu of the Dead Kingdom when they look up, and draw a short but warm light from her.

He Qin said indifferently: "The oiran election has already started?"

"...Yes, yes!" The Holy Son walked away, and Qiu Boyi barely regained his sanity, "According to the information we have inquired in the past few weeks, Huang Quan respects the strong... Hey, hey, don't look at it! Get a board!"

Guan Zhiyu returned to his senses in a trance. He turned his head and saw Hua Ying's eyes were dazed, and there seemed to be a suspicious gleam hanging from the corner of his mouth... "President!" Slap up, "Don't look! No matter how much it looks like your first love, it's just your feeling. Besides, is your first love so good-looking?"

Hua Ying was beaten upside down, and angrily said: "First love... first love is a priceless treasure in memory, an existence that no one can replace! You know nothing!"

He pressed down the mechanical arm cursingly, and set up a whiteboard to serve as an explanation. Guan Zhiyu cleared his throat, and his fingertips were like sharp knives for cutting gold and jade, and he drew clusters of debris on the whiteboard, "According to our previous inquiries According to the intelligence, the supreme leader of the city that never sleeps is the Holy Son."

There was a burst of discouraged booing from General Yanhua, Ugly Twelve laughed loudly, and Zi Eleven broke the stage: "It's really amazing information! Is there anyone here who doesn't know?"

Guan Zhiyu said embarrassedly: "Oh, don't worry, wait until I finish... As the master, Amaterasu, and the master of Abo Qiyuan, the Holy Son can be said to be the spiritual symbol of the ghost clan in Huangquan, equivalent to the pope of human beings."

He drew another line below, "The city lord is an existence second only to the Holy Son. Shejiang Naginata Cavalry, the strongest force unit in Huangquan, is actually controlled by the city lord. It seems that even Amaterasu cannot be mobilized at will. The Holy Son is Spiritual symbol, then he is a symbol of real power, equivalent to the king of human beings. It’s just that the king’s power is too great, and even the pope has to shy away from it under the iron-fisted rule, so you guessed he was Izanami at the beginning, it doesn’t count. There is no basis."

"The pope and the king should indeed restrain each other," Wen Zheliu said, "but I always feel..."

"What do you think?"

"I think the actual status of the Holy Son should not be that simple." Wen Zheliu frowned, "It stands to reason that she is also the half body of a holy nun, and is at the same level as the black nun. No matter how soft-hearted she is, she can't be willing to be manipulated by others, right? ?”

"The combination of the king and the pope should be her original identity." He Qin said, "From this perspective, it is the city lord who has usurped her real power as a king, and only retained her identity as a spiritual leader."

Guan Zhiyu rubbed his nose, Hua Ying said, "Don't worry about this, let's move on!"

"Then there are those four Fusode Shinzao who are only known by their names, but who are not seen." Guan Zhiyu made another line, drawing four lines and a circle, "and Huang Quan's highest combat power, Shijiang Naginata Cavalry."

"Unlike the human world, the prince of the city that never sleeps will not be replaced," Guan Zhiyu said, "Amaterasu is Amaterasu, and will always be supreme. Furisode Shinzao is said to be the candidate for the oiran, but the final winner is only living in Awa as the orthodox heir Qiyuan, from this 30 years to the next 30 years, I have to stay low and hide my name, and learn the unparalleled etiquette and manners of being a husband..."

When it comes to the fact that no one sleeps, the four people are silent, what is the "unparalleled manners and manners", whether they are digging mud in the flower bed with their buttocks pouted, or running around the house with straw butterflies, stepping on the floor. Is it Tu Yinzi?

"...If the Taifu is not satisfied, then the winner can only continue to move out of Abo Qiyuan and continue to participate in the struggle for the next 30 years," Guan Zhiyu continued, "If the Taifu is satisfied, then she will follow the Taifu for the next 30 years At the same time, the oiran is in the middle of the road, and the general election will not be held until the Taifu has an opinion on her and kicks her out of Awakihara."

Twenty or so people looked at each other without saying a word, what a fucking crazy rule this is...

"Then, what about the failed Furisode Shinzo?" Xie Yuanyuan asked.

Guan Zhiyu hesitated for a while before remembering to answer his question: "Oh, the loser? The loser is torn to pieces and eaten by the winner. Huangquan is a ghost world, and both victory and defeat are bloody. "

"So, when rescuing the Holy Son, be sure to pay attention to Zhenxiu Xinzao," Qiu Boyi marked with an asterisk, "These four powerful ghost girls have been instilled in their childhood that they must be attached to their husbands to survive and live well. We To take Taifu away is like cutting down the big tree that allows Cuscuta to cling to, and they will definitely fight us desperately."

"Then there is... the camp of the gods," Guan Zhiyu scratched his head carefully, lest his forehead be scratched by his own fingers, "I just heard that the gods are also going to join the battle, but we don't have many people active in Yangwu, and we only inquired about the division of the gods." There are two big camps, headed by the Red Heavenly God and the Purple Heavenly God, and the others..."

"Hey, Red God and Purple God, we know each other well!" General Yanhua trembled and smiled charmingly, "You're an old rival!"

"It's always making trouble for us!" Ding Si said loudly, "Hmph, what's the use of being jealous of our good looks, you can't beat us, you can't scold us!"

When others say "I'm jealous of my good looks", it is inevitable to be a little bit arrogant, but it will only be taken for granted when General Yanhua says this.

As soon as Jia calmed down, she nodded and said to Li Zhengqing: "Let's leave the camps of the Red God and the Purple God to us."

Li Zhengqing also smiled: "Okay, don't make too much noise."

"The next thing is the Shejiang Naginata Cavalry...the most difficult one is the Shejiang Naginata Cavalry." Hua Ying said, "Because they are directly under the city lord, they generally don't act rashly, but once they do, they will expand the scale of the war At the level of the country and the country..."

"The anti-army treasure must be defeated by the anti-army treasure," He Qin flicked his fingers, and the vertical line symbolizing Shejiang Naginata riding immediately plowed through a cut. "The machinery and the puppet hold back the city lord's army."

Hua Ying and Chi Qingliu looked at each other.

"The god camp represented by the purple god and the red god is handed over to Sword Rumeng."

Li Zhengqing looked calm and lowered his gaze.

"The four new creations, no one fell asleep to take over." He Qin said, "As for the city lord..."

"...Let me do it." A hoarse voice came from behind everyone.

Wen Zheliu turned around in surprise, and saw Bai Jingxing's opened eyes, as dark as the flames of the underworld.

"You..." He froze, "Your tongue..."