Unlimited: Stop flirting!stop!

Nan Peichen is also guessing, but from Hells' point of view, the lower the penalty grid is, the easier it is for players to get hit frequently.

Because, the rule of flying chess is that even if you jump to the end point, if there are still extra points, you need to go backwards until the points are exactly at the end point.

And in the process, if there are penalty squares in front of them, they will be encountered frequently.

Nan Peichen has been restricted to use energy now, a blue light sword can't hit the blade at all, it can only be used as an ordinary sword to slash, and the tools he brought before he came in were also consumed a lot in other punishment grids.

"Hey! Nan Peichen, I wanted to ask before, why don't you use your ultimate move? Why are you using only one skill for general attack?" Jin Mao finally couldn't help asking the question in his heart.

Because after I use it, I will leave this world directly...

Nan Peichen thought to himself, but his expression was impeccable, and his tone of voice was very cold: "That's all, I'm not worthy."

Jin Mao: "..."

"Wow! Chen Chen, you are so cool!" Shen Yin stood in the grid not far away and whistled towards Nan Pei Chen.

Nan Peichen's back straightened, and his dice throwing posture became more crisp.

Yes, the dots on the dice simply turned up with "1".

Nan Peichen silently took a step forward.

Suddenly, a cold breath came from behind him, making Nan Peichen's scalp feel numb for an instant. His body had already reacted in advance, allowing him to avoid the blow from behind!

It was a blue light, and the energy attached to the light made Nan Peichen suddenly stunned.

The guy who came out of the darkness was wearing a black cloak, and under the cloak was a skull. The skeleton man was holding a sickle with a black handle and blue blade, as if he was dressed as a god of death.

Hels looked up to the sky and screamed: "Hahaha! Congratulations, you have met the punishment grid of the god of death! How lucky and unfortunate this is! Your soul will be harvested! You will become a headless corpse! "

"But don't worry..." Hals licked the corner of his mouth, "I will make your blood a part of my body before it dries up."

Hulse opened his arms, his eight-character eyebrows became more "eight", his smile became bigger, and his expression became more nervous.

"Come on! Come on! I can't wait to drink your delicious blood!"

However, the so-called god of death punished Gerry, and the atmosphere fell into a brief embarrassment.

The God of Death's scythe couldn't hold it high, even a little... trembling?

Nan Peichen narrowed his eyes slightly, he was sure that he was not mistaken, the hand holding the sickle was shaking in front of the skeleton in the costume of death.

But what Nan Peichen cared more about was the blue energy on his sickle blade.

"You..." Nan Peichen made a mouth shape, but did not make a sound: "Who are you?"

"Hey..." The skeleton opened and closed its mouth a few times, making a rattling sound of bones rubbing against each other.

Nan Peichen was puzzled at first, but soon discovered that the skeleton's movements were very regular.

Because after opening its mouth a few times, it will turn its head and then close its mouth.

A strange feeling rose in Nan Peichen's heart - he felt that the skeleton in front of him seemed to know him?

"... 4, 7... What do you mean by shutting up?" Nan Peichen murmured in a low voice.

Hells, who had been looking at this side, felt that something was wrong, and shouted: "Reaper, what's the matter with you? Take his life quickly! Aren't you the most used to doing this kind of thing?"

Hearing Hells' voice, the skeleton man in a black cloak took another step forward, and on the blade of the sickle he held high, the blue light won a big victory.

"He...hehe...he..." The skeleton's hand stretched out from the wide cloak, pointing at Nan Peichen, "he...he..." he made a sound with difficulty.

The strange feeling became more obvious, and Nan Peichen felt more and more that the skeleton in front of him knew him, so he asked directly with his lips.

Then, Nan Peichen saw the skeleton and nodded with difficulty.

"Be careful!" A voice sounded, and Nan Peichen immediately bent down to avoid the surprise attack of the scythe.

"You!" Nan Peichen was about to fight back, but saw the skeleton slashing at him with a sickle in one hand, while the other hand seemed to be mentally divided, and kept gesturing to Nan Peichen.

The skeleton's fingers are difficult to control, so the gestures are slow and difficult.

The skeleton seemed to realize that he couldn't speak words that Nan Peichen could understand, so he chose this way.

This time Nan Peichen understood.

The skeleton that came out of the game penalty grid is constantly comparing the number "1" and the number "0" with its fingers.

This is, the initial language of their data!

Nan Peichen was so surprised that he couldn't speak. Logically speaking, NPCs don't have such a language system, because their initial setting is the language of the world they live in. Only the world system and the source space headquarters manage it. All workers in China have such a language system.

It's like the malfunctioning system that Nan Peichen encountered in the werewolf killing world before.

Could it be that the current situation is the same as the werewolf killing the world?

After this idea flashed through my mind, the meaning expressed by the permutations and combinations of 1 and 0 drawn by the skeleton was dismissed.

While dodging the attack of the scythe, Nan Peichen quickly memorized the sequence of numbers on the skeleton's hand, and quickly put together a complete sentence.

——They are in the coffin on the sixth floor, hurry up and report to the Lord God, this place is dangerous, go first!

When I wrote this, the punishment time was over. The skeleton seemed to want to say something, but he failed to withstand the pressure of the game rules and was sucked in by the black vortex that appeared behind him.

Nan Peichen gently wiped away the blood oozing from the skin cut by the blue blade on his face, felt the warmth of the blood from his fingertips, recalled the message that the skeleton had just conveyed to him, and fell into deep thought.

Ordinary tools and blades cannot cut the examiner's skin. Only the blue energy light can penetrate their bodies and cause substantial damage to them.

This further proves that the power held by the skeleton just now is undoubtedly the unique blue energy light of the reviewer.

Why does the reviewer become a punisher in a small game?Why did the reviewer's body look like that?What's going on in this world?

"Tick tock." The unstoppable blood slid down the incision on Nan Peichen's cheek to his chin, and then dripped to the ground.

"Are you okay!" Shen Yin's voice came from afar.

Only then did Nan Peichen come back to his senses, and waved to Shen Yin, signaling that he was fine.

"How is it possible! How is it possible for someone to be faster than the god of death! To escape the punishment of the god of death!" Hels didn't know whether to be shocked or angry, and his green hair exploded: "Who the hell are you! Why is that? !Why!"

Nan Peichen raised his head slightly, and looked at Hells coldly: "Reaper? You said it was Reaper?" Although he didn't know what method was used to trap the reviewer in such a place, but in this way, he dispatched a reviewer Those who really made Nan Peichen feel angry.

Of course, Nan Peichen also understood that this matter probably had nothing to do with this Baron Hells, he was just an NPC performing a mission.

The angry tone was not very good, so Hells might have misunderstood the meaning of Nan Peichen's words.

Nan Peichen originally intended to deny that the skeleton was the god of death, but in Hells' ears, it was Nan Peichen who questioned the strength of the god of death was too weak, and he didn't cut off his neck for 3 minutes, and didn't even cut off his neck. With a broken arm and a leg, he is not worthy of being the god of death at all.

Not only Hals, even the other teammates who heard this thought the same way.

So after Nan Peichen finished speaking, he saw his teammates giving him thumbs up.

elder brother!ox!This kind of beating that can be pulled into the sky and into the ground not only successfully angered the enemy, but also made us all feel itchy!

Could this be the highest state of pretense?

Nan Peichen:? ? ?Illusion?Why do I always feel that the eyes of these people looking at him are as complicated as if they are covered with fan-shaped diagrams?

The fan-shaped eyes of "three points of admiration, three points of admiration, four points of gnashing of teeth" in the eyes.

Shen Yin threw a six and entered a picking grid.

There are too many elements in picking up Gerry, maybe one is not careful, and the hand goes in but doesn't take out something, and on the contrary, he can't even pull his hand back.

Therefore, people who don't want to bet on their luck will generally choose not to take it directly and wait for the time to pass. The time to pick it up is different from the punishment time, only half a minute.

Shen Yin chose to wait for the time.

In fact, except for Shi Hao in their team, everyone who stepped into this grid did so.

Shi Hao has never lost in luck. He entered the picking box twice, the first time he picked up a [Four Petal Wishing Flower], and the second time he picked up a [Mermaid's Tears]. Shame on others.

Especially Jin Mao, who has not been able to take off smoothly until now.

In Hulse's words, that is: I really don't know whether this is luck or misfortune.

Jin Mao is now on the ground, drawing the 180th circle, leaving everyone with a vicissitudes of back, which even Baron Hells sympathizes with.

"Ah! It's the picking grid again!" Shi Hao came to that grid following the throwing points, and stretched his hand in under everyone's envious and jealous eyes.

Not knowing what he picked up this time, Shi Hao's expression became a little strange.

Soon, he took out what he found - it was a piece of useless waste paper, and it was still stained with tea stains from whoever wiped the cup.

"It's not uncommon to pick up scraps or something in the picking grid. On the contrary, scraps account for the majority. You can pick up so many rare items, it's already luck." Hels glanced at Shi Hao With the waste paper in his hand, he said sarcastically.

Shi Hao didn't get angry because of this, but regrouped the waste paper, stuffed it into his pocket, and said in a good temper: "It's wrong to litter, I'd better put it away first."