If you refuse a marriage proposal from a thriller NPC, you will die

Jiang Chu put the book back slowly: "Do you still remember what the administrator said?"

Han Zimian held back the thousands of words in his eyes: "He said a lot."

"He said that some ghosts may look like pigs." Jiang Chu tapped his finger on the book cover, unable to explain, "It's likely that it's not just that it looks like a pig, it's a pig."

Han Zimian: "Why does it sound like you are cursing people... Oh, forget it, you mean ghosts can come out of books?"

Jiang Chu nodded.

He was not the only player present who thought of this.

Perhaps in this distorted space, books are not only the carrier of knowledge, but also the carrier of NPCs.Combined with the administrator's hint, the ghost is also looking for them.

Maybe the next book held in the hand is hiding a ghost, waiting for the player to open it, they can eat the player.

The girl wearing a mask hummed softly: "Isn't it just a summoning game... worth being so cautious?"

Although she didn't mention his name, she heard from Han Zimian that she despised him.

Immediately, he was unhappy, rolled up his sleeves and walked over aggressively: "You are picking on me again, aren't you? You are finished."

The players thought they were really going to fight, but no one went up to persuade them, they just stood aside and watched.

This time, only the top ten who successfully cleared the level will be rewarded. These two are well-known anchors. If there are two less, it means two less competitors.

For some unknown reason, Jiang Chu didn't stop him.

However, the fighting session, which everyone loves to hear and see, was forced to end. The administrator suddenly appeared and said in a strict tone: "No noise and fighting in the library!"

Han Zimian really stopped.The players put away their thoughts of watching the excitement in an instant, and became vigilant instead.

Wouldn't this be a hidden death condition?It does make sense to ban loud noises in the library.

Seeing that both of them stopped, the administrator gradually left. His back dressed in a white cloak left countless imaginations for the players.

Jiang Chu couldn't bear it anymore, uncontrollably, and began to hurt the NPC with words: "Actually, I still don't quite understand why he put a sheet on his body..."

The administrator in the bed sheet staggered, and then walked away angrily.

He sniffed and frowned: "This year's NPCs are getting worse and worse."

Is there a difference between NPCs?He originally only knew that there was a gap between people.

Han Zimian supported the bookshelf, and then supported himself: "Maybe the NPC also has the same idea."

They will wonder why the mentality of this year's players is getting better and better.

The players dispersed one after another, and those who had found the clues began to rummage through boxes and cabinets. Those who could not find the clues were also smart. They would follow the players who looked sure. If they really found the key, they would take it by surprise.

Anyway, as long as you hold the key, you can get out. Who cares who finds it?

In order to avoid girls with masks, Han Zimian starts to form a team with Jiang Chu.

"I think I have a very bad premonition, and I may come up with a different surprise." Han Zimian is also not confident about his bloodline, and he also has the idea of ​​finding Jiang Chu to form a team to offset his lucky e attribute, "What do you think? ?"

Jiang Chu saw through his intention at a glance, and thought that you might be disappointed.

Without the lucky max bonus, he is just a walking black briquette. How lucky can you expect a person who has opened a full be line with no one in a million?

Now he only thinks that the two are not joining forces, but a cloud covering the sky.

"Just avoid those books that seem dangerous." Jiang Chu said bluntly: "For example, Neo Confucianism and natural science."

"It's hard to say." Han Zimian was worried, "Do you think the book "Postpartum Care of Sows" looks dangerous?"

Jiang Chu was silent.

"And this book was brought up from the bookshelf classified by Optical Brain Science." Han Zimian continued, "Be careful, there may be players playing tricks on you."

Although he was indeed shocked by this book of traitors at first, even though he was not a fool, after a little thought, he understood that this was some kind of trick.

If some players figure out all the rules before them, they can use the rules to attack other competitors.He has no doubt that the biggest danger in this invitational tournament is not from NPCs, but from players.

"Then natural science may not work either." Jiang Chu thought for a while, and continued: "If an inexplicable animal is driven out, no one can escape."

However, the two thought for a while and found that most of the books could not be opened.But how can this work, they still need to find the key.

And no one knows if there will be a key hidden in the book that hides the "ghost".

After analyzing for a long time, I went back to the original point.

Han Zimian smashed the pot and said, "Do you think it is possible that the key is not hidden in the book at all, but is hidden under some carpet?"

Jiang Chu shook his head: "Only books are related to knowledge."

Han Zimian gave up the side idea and went to the other side of the bookshelf.

Soon, two hours passed.

No one has cleared the level for the time being, and the player gets nothing.

This large-scale card drawing game made the players feel tired. Only then did they deeply realize what it means to fail to win ten consecutive guarantees.

Many players have been hanged, obviously they opened the book that should not be opened, and were found by the ghost.But they were lucky, at least they were not "eaten" directly like the first player after they had taken precautions.

Some players couldn't sit still anymore, jumped out and stood in the middle: "Everyone, come here, I have something to say."

Jiang Chu asked, "Who is this?"

Han Zimian: "I don't know him, he is not an anchor."

After a series of contacts, Han Zimian knew that he really knew nothing about the anchor circle, and he certainly didn't surf the Internet often.

He took out a prop and narrowed his eyes: "Let me come to Kang Yikang."

Jiang Chu gave up his position to Kang.At this point the man had already started talking.

"There is no way for us to go on like this. Although everyone is aiming at the top ten, time is very tight. If we don't get clues as soon as possible, we may not have a chance." Almost all the people called by him were ordinary players, and the anchor Self-identity, generally unwilling to talk to him.

And there is a reason for him to stop ordinary players. They generally do not have as many props as the anchor, and may suffer in the top ten competition.It is more likely to discuss cooperation with them.

Sure enough, he only said a few short words, and many people showed expressions of emotion.

They also want to be in the top ten. If it wasn't for rewards, who would come to the invitational tournament.

The man introduced himself: "My name is Yu Cheng, and my level is almost eighty. I think we can cooperate."

Ordinary players agreed.Yu Cheng suggested that everyone exchange clues together. In order to prevent the anchor from eavesdropping, they deliberately went around a corner.

Jiang Chu couldn't hear it, and expressed great regret.

Han Zimian: "I still have props."

There are thousands of words in Jiang Chu's eyes: "Are you Doraemon?" Why do you have all kinds of props?

On the contrary, Han Zimian didn't understand him a bit: "Of course, how dare you come in and play games when you are poor and empty?"

However, standing in front of him was a ruthless man with only two props left in his body.

Han Zimian took out props to eavesdrop, but unfortunately, most of them didn't come up with any useful clues.

Jiang Chu frowned.

His attention was on one of the girls.

She was the girlfriend of the first player who had an accident, and she had a weird expression at this moment. Although she was standing with ordinary players, she looked at Yu Cheng not friendly, but suspicious.

Yu Cheng, who was searching for clues about the players, didn't notice her expression.

Han Zimian put away the props, and shook his head regretfully: "Forget it, it's nothing useful, they've already started talking about their game experience."

"Why did you talk about the game experience?" He asked.

Han Zimian: "Who knows."

The two are not too far apart, as Han Zimian said, they are really afraid of being harmed by players, at least they trust each other's character, and they can look at each other, and they can help each other if there is any trouble.

Jiang Chu was still brooding over the book with the blue cover.

The book that appeared in his copy of the game a few months ago was actually stored in the library.

He had an ominous feeling.

This time he chose the bookshelf classified by dream science.Entering the dungeon this time, he also has another idea, which is to understand the true face of "Noah".

If there is no such material, what reason does it have to claim that any knowledge can be found here?

Dream science should be very similar to the essence of games.Of course, this is also his guess. It may not be easy to find the information he needs.

His gaze skipped over "When You Are Chased in a Dream", "What Did I See When I Jumped from the [-]th Floor", "Drawing the Monster in Dreams"... the books that are very dangerous after reading .He took out a copy of "Dialogue with Yourself" in the corner.

Turn to the first page: [How to talk to yourself?Have you ever looked in a mirror in your dreams? 】

Jiang Chu: "..."

He thought it might be a horror story, and suddenly lost interest in reading it.

However, a person passing by him suddenly bumped into him, the book fell to the ground, and several pages were flipped backwards.

[Have you ever tried to talk to yourself in the mirror? 】

[Dreams are opposite to reality, and mirrors are opposite to dreams. Do you remember which hand you used when you smashed the mirror? 】

【When you kiss yourself in the mirror】

[Do you feel your tongue sticking out? 】

After bumping into someone, Yu Cheng quickly apologized: "Oh, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it, you definitely won't blame me..." Suddenly glanced at the words on the book from the corner of the eye, and his scalp exploded: "Damn!! !"

His hair exploded! !

What kind of book is this?I can feel a coolness through the black and white letters.He regretted bumping into him so recklessly.

How could this man think that he dared to open such a dangerous book.

He subconsciously accused: "How dare you open such a dangerous book? What if a ghost comes out of it?"

Jiang Chu didn't give him a look: "Get lost."

Yu Cheng: ...

Damn, I'm so angry.

"You are also an ordinary player." Yu Cheng chuckled, "Why didn't you come to exchange clues with us just now? No one must have told you such important news. You can judge the danger level of ghosts from the title of the book."

Jiang Chu stared at him coldly, pursing his lips.

Yu Cheng felt that he had told him a clue and sold him a favor, and the next proposal was also logical: "Do you want to come with us? As long as you share your clues, it is better for us to form a team than you to fight alone. "

"We are not anchors, and there are very few life-saving props that can be reused." He meant something.

Jiang Chu's expression was complicated.

"Leave." He has already reminded, isn't it good to go back to the happy hometown, friend?

At this time, these three words are no different from "Zawba" in Yu Cheng's ears.

He was furious, and suddenly he hit something with his heel.

Behind him, he touched a cold wall, like... a mirror.

The author has something to say:

Jiang Chu: Please, Zawba

Yu Cheng: (behind him cool

This is the card game!Xiao Jiang can open ssr (nonsense)