Chosen Prophet [Unlimited]

In the dark tomb room, guards broke free from the ropes and came out of the painting one after another, but one after another was beaten back by Yang Ye.Afterwards, Duan Yi put down Loulan's bride and joined the team beating the guards, and started beating people with two pairs of fists and four hands with Yang Ye.Guards ran out one after another, and were beaten back one after another.

During this period, Wu Junlan called No. 2 again. No. 2 splashed paint on the wall like splashing ink, then took a pen in each hand, and painted a wall with brushstrokes, sealing the guards inside the wall again.

After a few slamming sounds on the wall, the tomb fell silent.

Everyone took a few breaths and looked towards the center of the tomb.

There was a thick layer of yellow sand on the ground, and the bride in the red wedding dress lay lifeless on the sand.

She was no longer covered by a veil, she had no facial features, only a piece of smooth skin, which looked quite elastic.

If such skin is placed on the back, psoas muscles, etc., no one will think it strange.But when it replaces the facial features and is exposed under the exquisite headgear, it makes people's scalp tingle.

Duan Yi couldn't help thinking - Loulan's bride has no face, so his previous guess was right?

She has no face, but she doesn't want to scare people, so she keeps covering her face with a veil.At the same time, she learned a kind of illusion, which can make people see her, just like seeing the lover of her dreams.

Everyone sees her differently.In everyone's eyes, she is their favorite appearance.

Walking back to the bride step by step, Duan Yi picked her up and walked towards the sarcophagus. "I'll try it first, put her in the sarcophagus, and see if I can pass the level."

After saying this, Duan Yi put the faceless bride into the coffin.

After that, as long as the closing of the coffin is completed, she will enter the coffin completely and be able to sleep peacefully again.

The coffin lid made of sarcophagus was very heavy. Yang Ye came to help Duan Yi, and the two of them worked together to lift the lid and close the coffin.

At this moment, other players also came over one after another, and the 10 people stayed together by the coffin, quietly waiting for the progress of the matter.

However, everyone waited for a long time, but nothing happened.

It seems that just burying the bride in this way is not considered a customs clearance.

So Duan Yi and Yang Ye pushed the lid of the coffin halfway back and brought the bride out.

Putting the bride back on the sand, staring at the smooth skin on the face of the corpse for a moment, Duan Yi thought for a while and said, "Does he have to patch his face?"

Yang Ye asked: "Everyone sees a different bride. Which face do you use to make up?"

After thinking for a while, Duan Yi looked at girl No. 2. "I'll describe a person's appearance to you, can you draw it? Let's try it on paper first? We're almost done, and then reproduce it on the bride's face?"

"I, I'll try it, it should work." Taking out paper and a pencil from her bag, girl No. 2 said to Duan Yi, "Try it with my own pencil first. But... are you sure? Draw a picture If you bury her face again, you can... clear the level?"

Duan Yi was not sure at all.

His move is not so much sure as it is a kind of intuitive temptation or search.

All souls enter this game after the death of the physical body.The souls that pass the level in the game will be released, but what about the souls that died in the game?

According to Yang Ye, the various institutions on this side of hell are also restricting each other, and the Lord Taishan can kill anyone's soul without any scruples.What's more, there must be some purpose for him to pull out the consciousness of these souls to play games.It doesn't make sense for him to kill a soul easily.So maybe he's doing some kind of testing, picking out some kind of talent?

If the NPCs in this game are not completely fabricated by data, is it possible for the "dead" players in the game to be transformed into NPCs?

Besides, Duan Yi heard it said tomorrow - he met the game designer.

The designer is none other than his biological brother Mingyue.

Mingyue founded an organization like TheMoon with his own hands, Duan Yi couldn't believe his character, and besides, there really was no blood relationship between the two brothers.

But if Mingyue is really doing some kind of test for Lord Taishan, they will always find that tomorrow is an indispensable talent, and they shouldn't kill his soul so easily.

Then, when they met Mingyue tomorrow, was there any possibility that some kind of deal could be reached between them?

These questions are what Duan Yi has been thinking about recently.

And the possibility he thought of was actually just one of thousands of possibilities.

After all, Mr. Taishan may be a lunatic. He is bored in hell, so he catches souls to play games for fun, or even to bet with his friends to see who can win. It is not impossible.

Then, when the soul dies, it really dies.Maybe no one will save tomorrow.

But even so, Duan Yi wanted to give it a try.

For this one-in-a-million possibility, he wants to go on in this game.He wanders through thousands of dungeons, not for gold coins, not for winning or losing, but only to find his tomorrow.

If he doesn't show up all the time, if he draws a face exactly like him, will it attract him?

Such a secretive and complicated mood, I really don't know how to explain it to outsiders.

Duan Yi had no choice but to act like he knew everything in his chest. "Well, I'm sure. I wanted to walk into that painting before, but I was pushed away by the bride of Loulan. I saw her face clearly in the process. The one I saw in the painting is the same as the one in the other paintings. It should be different. If you have any doubts... When you are about to finish the painting, leave me the last stroke. You and the others exit this tomb, and I will face him alone."

After hearing this, girl No. 2 asked her little friend No. 3 to discuss it.

The two of them hesitated for a while, but agreed.

This dungeon is so weird, there is no way to just drag it on like this. If you wait until the voting at night, there will be one less player, and maybe everyone's hope of going out will be less.

The other players didn't know, they just thought that Duan Yi was sure.

Only Yang Ye could see everything.But he didn't stop Duan Yi.

When meeting Duan Yi's inquiring gaze, Yang Ye just stepped forward and patted him on the shoulder.

Seeing that he didn't object, Duan Yi breathed a sigh of relief. "I thought you'd complain that I was taking too many risks, or that I thought he was crazy. In fact, I... I thought I was crazy."

Yang Ye shook his head. "As I said, I have had a similar experience. So I understand you very well. It's just—forget it..."

After saying this, Yang Ye seemed to feel that his tone was too heavy, so he let out a breath, patted Duan Yi's shoulder again, and changed into a teasing tone, "It's just that if your brother finds out about this after going out, Then it is estimated that I will sleep in the study for a month, eh, no, the nature of this matter is bad, I may be sent to sleep in the garage for half a year. At that time—"

Duan Yi understood in seconds, he clenched his fist and hit Yang Ye's shoulder back. "I'll help you talk then!"

·

After a while, except for No. 2, Duan Yi, and Yang Ye, the players exited the tomb one after another. They just looked at this side from a distance, and everyone held a black umbrella in their hands.

After all, no one can predict the consequences of drawing a face on a faceless corpse in this dungeon where the risk of death is triggered at every turn.

Yang Ye studied the murals on the side to prevent the guards from breaking through the wall and causing accidents.

Girl No. 2 sat side by side with Duan Yi on the sand, drawing according to his instructions: "The bridge of the nose should be higher, the eye sockets should be deeper, the corners of the eyes should be wider, and the tails of the eyes should be raised. Don't overdo it. It's not that exaggerated. , er, it's ok. Um... the lips can be thinner... um, it's ok, almost."

Girl No. 2 took the pencil, held up the notebook, and admired the sketch she had just completed. "This girl is really good-looking. But she is very heroic, not feminine, and she can be called a man."

Duan Yi didn't say much, but just looked at the faceless bride lying on the sand next to her. "Okay, let's try to paint on his face. The two-dimensional body drawn with the brushes and paints in this dungeon cannot interact with things in the three-dimensional world. But the bride herself came out of the two-dimensional world Yes. So drawing a two-dimensional representation of her face...maybe it will work."

"Okay... let me try..." Girl No. 2 walked up to the bride, swallowed hard, and convinced herself that it was just an ordinary piece of skin that just happened to grow on her neck.

"I really didn't expect that my major could be useful here. My painting style is usually not very popular in the market, and my submissions have been rejected several times. Occasionally, I can help people draw avatars to earn a few meals. I was always worried that I would lose my job after college."

While emboldening himself through Suan Sui Nian, No. 2 adjusted the color and drew the facial features on his face.

Long eyebrows, closed eyes, slightly hooked eye ends, high nose, thin slightly drooping lips, and ears on both sides... On the faceless bride, tomorrow's eyebrows will become clear little by little stand up.

And obviously No. 2 didn't believe in Duan Yi's painting skills, so the last stroke she left was a mole on the end of her left eye.

Passing the colored pen to Duan Yi, No. 2 exited the tomb, holding the black umbrella and waiting in fear for the direction of the matter.

·

The tomb room became very quiet, and Duan Yi could almost only hear his own breathing.

At this moment, Duan Yizheng knelt on his knees, bent his body, raised the paintbrush with his right hand, and the tip of the brush was about to touch the bride's eyes.

His expression is focused and solemn, as if he is dealing with a precious treasure that he dare not touch lightly, but if he writes more heavily or slightly, the treasure will be broken.

Under such solemnity, Duan Yi did not start writing immediately, but first glanced at the nib of the pen to confirm whether the paint was adjusted properly.

The moles at the corners of tomorrow's eyes are not thick black, but rather light brown.That bit of brown at the end of the eyes is like adding a little eyeliner. It's not particularly obvious, but it has a unique flavor.

After confirming that the paint on the pen tip was basically correct, Duan Yi looked carefully at the bride's face again.

In all fairness, the bride of today is less than a quarter like the bride of tomorrow.

One reason is that No. 2's painting skills are limited after all, and she really can't restore it completely based on Duan Yi's description.

Secondly, what she drew were flat facial features after all, far from being comparable to tomorrow's real three-dimensional facial features.

But with such a similarity, the one-in-ten-thousandth possibility judged, coupled with the infinite hope in his heart... Duan Yi moved his right hand, tested it back and forth, finally chose the exact position, solemnly wrote, and put That little mole hooked up.

The static dragon on the mural came alive because of the painted eyes, leaving the mural and going straight to Qingyun.

Now I put a mole next to his closed eyes, will he open them?

no response.

No movement.

Still no response, still no movement.

Sure enough, he was crazy, thinking that he could get him back in this way?

The paintbrush in his hand fell to the ground suddenly, and fell into the yellow sand without a sound. At the same time, Duan Yi, who was kneeling on the ground, closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.

However, at this moment, a certain girl at the door of the tomb immediately screamed out because she didn't know what she saw.

"Ah...! Deceit, deception!"

Immediately afterwards, Yang Ye's voice came from next to his ear: "Xiao Yi, be careful!"

The next moment, Duan Yi heard the voice he was thinking about - "Brother Xiao Yi."

Duan Yi suddenly opened his eyes, and saw that the facial features of the "bride" suddenly became three-dimensional.Opening his eyes, he was looking at himself through the boundless time and space, with thousands of emotions hidden in his eyes.

Suddenly thinking of the two-dimensional maid climbing back to the wall, Duan Yi seemed to be afraid that the person in front of him would slip away, so he immediately bent down and picked him up, then turned over and brought him into the sarcophagus together.

He did this process in a smooth and smooth manner.Even in the end, he didn't forget to kick hard, and pushed the half-opened coffin lid back, leaving only a small air hole.

The inside of the sarcophagus was almost pitch black, and the bodies of the two people were close to each other without any gap.

In this way, Duan Yi firmly pressed down on the person in front of him, elbowed his neck, bent his legs to press down his knees, then gritted his teeth and asked in his ear: "Give me a reason, convince me All this is not my illusion. This is not the bride's illusion, not the copy's trick...

"Try to convince me that you are really back."