Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

After the settlement, the wooden boat sailed away quickly, and looking back, the Gate of Judgment disappeared.

The five sat in front of the tent, Jiang Chen gently wiped the saber, and asked Qu Ying, "Why are you protecting that girl?"

Qu Ying's face was a little dazed, "What?"

"Didn't the female high school student beg you to kill the manor owner?" Peng Peng looked worried, "Didn't you lose your memory?"

"I killed the manor owner?"

Qu Ying's face was pale, and she murmured: "No wonder the female ghost said yesterday that I spoiled her good things... What happened in the past two days, my mind is so messed up."

Qianwu asked: "What happened last night?"

Qu Ying supported her forehead and said, "The knife didn't come off, the female ghost took the dried flower bag next to my pillow, said that I was stupid enough to die, and then left."

Peng Peng asked: "What dried flower bag?"

"Qiqi gave me peace of mind. She happened to be visiting an aromatherapy shop before she lost her nerve." Qu Ying pressed her temples hard, "My head hurts so much. I really quarreled with Qianwu? Why?"

Qianwu looked at her, "Do you still remember why you like Qiqi?"

"Do I like her?" Qu Ying frowned, struggling to remember, "I only remember that she cried a lot when she first got off the boat, and then she was bullied by the man in leather clothes, and then she told me about her life experience... by the way , what is her background?"

Seeing that she was really struggling, Jiang Chen interrupted: "You should take a good rest first, and resume the game when you are in a better state."

Qianwu thought about it and said, "It seems that the dried flower bag is a prop in other dungeons, which can confuse people's will."

The quiet boatman suddenly said, "Have you met any exiles?"

Qianwu nodded, "Well, she has deceitful and calm nerves."

"There is an overlapping index." The boatman seemed a little surprised, "What a lucky guy."

Hearing this, Qianwu walked over and reached out to grab the oar he was rowing.

The man turned his head calmly, revealing an empty and sallow face, and the voice came from his abdomen.

"What do you want to do?"

Qianwu said softly, "I want to hear you talk about your nerves."

The boat floated slowly on the sea of ​​nerves, and the boatman leaned on the oar and spoke with memories.

"There are countless nerves, and each nerve chooses its player. In the scene before you enter the nerve, there must be something that triggers the entrance of the nerve."

The boatman whispered: "Normally, players only need to brush the indicators in the copy of their own nerves. But the exiles are different. They are exiled by their own nerves and will shuttle randomly between different nerves forever. Only when the indicators coincide Score points, but the probability of hitting the coincidence indicator is extremely low, many people broke through countless dungeons without gaining anything, and finally died in a certain dungeon in despair and exhaustion."

Zhong Liye asked: "Since cheating nerves can't get us points, why does she still cheat Qu Ying?"

The boatman said, "There is a rumor that if the exile can use his talent to kill the players who were originally nervous by the hands of ghosts, and if he kills twelve players, he can take away the talent of No. 12 and leave it in the opponent's In the nerve."

Jiang Chen said in a low voice: "In other words, every exile is killing people crazily to find a new belonging."

The boatman nodded, "It can be understood in this way."

Qianwu was silent, he suddenly remembered Qiqi's strange advice - "Treasure your nerves, because the outside is more scary", yesterday thought that the outside was referring to the real world, but it turned out to be referring to other nerves.

The boatman said, "You are lucky, the indicators of your nerve are all positive."

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, "Aside from cheating, are there any other negative indicators?"

"Of course." The old man turned his head, his face was empty, but the voice in his belly seemed to have a sad smile.

"My previous nerves advocated tricks and killing. What is more terrifying than ghosts is the players who entered the book together. I died in the third instance. The woman opened my door for the ghosts, and watched me die with a smile behind the ghosts. "

It was as if a cold numbness crawled along his back, making Qianwu feel uncomfortable all over.

"You will encounter more and more exiles in the future, so don't be too honest." The boatman advised: "But don't worry too much, exiles will not kill people directly, nerves forbid internal fighting on the surface."

Qianwu asked: "Who will be exiled by nerves?"

"I don't know, I died too fast." The boatman seemed a little dazed, and after a while he said softly: "But the nerves love players very much. It is said that it even favors very few players. In this world, only It really loves you."

This is the second boatman Qianwu met.

This person's personality is quite different from the previous one, but they are both obviously respectful and neurotic.

The boat jolted suddenly, and the cold voice from the void sounded again.

"According to the rules, please draw the lucky bags in order from the highest to the lowest for the players whose numbers have risen."

"Oh, I almost forgot." Peng Peng muttered, "There are rewards for good grades."

The boatman slowed down the speed of the boat and said, "Just go and fish in the sea of ​​nerves."

"Is it so fun?

It's a bit like catching the sea. Peng Peng raised his eyebrows, "Which of us has risen the most?" "

Zhong Liye said: "Jiang Chen, three to two."

"Come from me." Jiang Chen walked to the side of the boat and sat down, reaching into the dark water.

After a few seconds, he pulled out a tied black lucky bag, a small one, only the size of a palm.

Qianwu was a little curious, "Open it and have a look."

Jiang Chen untied the tie, reached in, and began to frown not long after.

Peng Peng asked nervously, "What is it?"

"It's a bit big." Jiang Chen said, and took out with great effort, and pulled out a thick hard-cover book from the small lucky bag.

There is a quill pen between the title pages, and there are two lines of small characters on the feather.

"You can't create something out of nothing."

"Limited to one time, the time limit is short."

Everyone couldn't help but sat around and got closer, trying to see this thing clearly.

This book is like a thick codex, the kraft paper is a little yellowed, and only the first page has words.

【Tang cut candle】

【#1 No Late】

【#2 Forbidden to Marry】

【#3 The wheel of life and death, no one else can set foot in it】

【#4 Draw blood with blood】

【#5 Forbidden contempt clues】

"These are the rules of survival, and they are arranged in the order we uncover them." Qianwu understood instantly, "Perhaps the quill can modify the rules on the premise of not creating something out of nothing, making the rules temporarily invalid."

The boatman said: "Nervous always praises players who show their skills in the first copy. This kind of reward is only once, so cherish it."

"Then I can't wait to find mine." Peng Peng rubbed his hands and elbowed Zhong Liye, "Hurry up and get yours, I'm waiting here."

"It's so mysterious." Zhong Liye smiled and stretched out his hand into the water to squeeze out a similar lucky bag.

This time the thing was obviously bigger, when he frowned and took it out of the lucky bag bit by bit, Peng Peng was stunned.

"Medical box?" Peng Peng stared wide-eyed, looking at the huge medicine box on Zhong Liye's lap.

The box is full of commonly used medicines, and there are even a few scissors.There is also a strap on the case, which can be worn cross-body.

"Why did I give you this thing?" Peng Peng rummaged frantically, "I don't believe it, there is no such thing as magic?"

"Maybe it's related to occupation." Zhong Liye said.

Hearing this, Peng Peng frowned, "But you are a veterinarian, why did you give you a medicine box?"

Zhong Liye looked at him, "Why not? If you don't give me a medicine box, why don't you give me a beast?"

"..."

Peng Peng rubbed his nose, "It's too. I'll do it!"

For the third lucky bag, Peng Peng opened a small pendant.

Like a 2 yuan wood carving sold in a night market, a word is engraved on the flat wooden sign.

"lucky."

"It seems that fart is useless." Peng Peng muttered and compared himself, "But it's quite happy to look at, isn't it? I always retweet koi and so on when I'm outside."

"It's a good thing." The boatman said: "It will most likely increase your luck. If there are dungeons that rely on luck in the future, it will be more helpful to you."

"It's like this." Satisfied, Peng Peng held his small wooden sign, "Qianwu, it's your turn!"

Qianwu stretched his hand into the water.

The touch is very ordinary, soft water, a little cool, very comfortable to the touch.

Just a short while after poking down, a bag crashed into the palm of my hand.

Qianwu pulled out the lucky bag, "Yes."

Peng Peng excitedly said: "Let's bet. The things given by the nerves seem to be related to personal characteristics. I guess you are a paintbrush!"

"It might be paint." Zhong Liye thought for a while, "It might also be a picture frame."

Qu Ying finally regained her energy and said with a smile, "Maybe it's wine? I guessed wildly. My nerves just said that you like drinking very much."

Jiang Chen didn't say a word, only motioned Qianwu to open it quickly.

Qianwu opened the bag and reached in.

He originally had a shallow smile on his face, he didn't really care what kind of treasure Nervous gave him, he was just curious.

But after touching the fluffy and round thing, he couldn't help showing a confused expression on his face.

"What is it?" Jiang Chen looked at him worriedly, "It's something strange?"

Qian Wu frowned tightly, and touched the whole body again in disbelief.

"It's a..." He took the thing out of the bag and looked at it in a daze.

Holding a peach in his hand.

Ripe to just the right pink color, cold and fuzzy on the outside.Squeeze it, it's soft.

Peng Peng was dumbfounded, "That's it?"

Zhong Liye hissed, "Could it be a flat peach? Can you live forever after eating it?"

Qu Ying: "Or what does the nerve want to convey?"

Peng Peng held back for a long time, "Nerves think you are thinking about farting?"

Qianwu: "..."

"It turns out that there are really people who have a preference for the nerves." The boatman's voice suddenly dropped.

The five of them looked back at him together, there was nothing on that empty face, but the voice in their stomachs was startled.

"I've heard a legend, just a legend."

"Some people, even though they're doing really well, Nerves always give them little gadgets as if to amuse them, because they're Nerves' favorite players and they don't need props."

"I'll go! All right, Qianwu." Peng Peng muttered excitedly, "Nerves have taken a fancy to you! Is it because of your high sensitivity and talent?"

Qianwu didn't say a word, he seemed to be looking at the distance in a daze, still rubbing that hairy peach in his hand.

Jiang Chen also remained silent, his deep eyes drooping, looking at the peach.

Nerves seem to know how to take care of people.

At least it knows how to take care of Qianwu.

Jiang Chen still remembered that when he was ten years old, the teacher led Xiao Qianwu into the classroom, "New classmate, let me introduce myself to everyone."

In a noble school with only a dozen students in the class, every newcomer will attract everyone's attention.What's more, the children on the podium have fair faces and sweet smiles.

"My name is Qianwu." He said softly.

Someone raised their hand and asked, what do your parents do?

Xiao Qianwu hesitated for a while before saying: "Oh, my parents passed away unexpectedly when I was six years old. There are no adults in my family anymore. I only have a large inheritance. I have to be my own master."

These words made the whole classroom quiet, but the little boy on the stage still smiled frankly.

He smiled apologetically: "It's all in the past. By the way, I like drawing."

This beautiful orphan with a thousand gold inheritance became the topic of the whole class.

The man of the hour, Xiao Qianwu, sits in the last row of the classroom, listening to lectures, sleeping and drawing.Jiang Chen accidentally turned around and saw him lying on the table, half of his face was illuminated by the light of the setting sun. When he was happy to draw, he suddenly put down his pen, raised his head and smiled sweetly—not at Jiang Chen, but at the air, or like against the light.After laughing for a few seconds, he picked up the pen and lowered his head to continue drawing.

Jiang Chen felt so itchy, he really wanted to see what kind of amazing things he drew to make him so happy.He sneaked around Qianwu's seat during class break, but the picture albums on that small table were piled up like a mountain, making it impossible to get started.He wandered around for a long time, not knowing which nerve was wrong, and put the peaches Mrs. Jiang brought him before going out in the morning in Qianwu's picture album.

Majestic, as if provocative.

Unexpectedly, he was hit on the head by Qianwu with a ball of paper next.

The ball of paper was flattened, and there was a line of pencil writing on it.

——Don't leave after school.

This threat made Jiang Chen's heart itch for a day.That day, he was supposed to leave get out of class early and go to the dinner party, but he begged his father on the phone before finally refusing.

After dinner, he followed the mysterious cool kid Qianwu to the top of the school restaurant building.

Behind the school is the stretch of Duofu Mountain.At dusk, the setting sun sinks behind the mountains, rendering the sky a reddish gold.

"I chose this school because of this scenery, full of inspiration." Qianwu smiled and sat on the roof swinging his legs, "There are 9 minutes of sunset every day, and I paint for 8 minutes from the second minute during the day."

As Qianwu said, he suddenly pointed to the river, "It's time."

It was a magical moment and a magical angle. The huge sunset cast the shadow of the mountains on the river, and the middle peak was flattened, as if breaking free from the continuous mountains and jumping out alone.

Qian Wu suddenly said in a childish voice: "Brother Jiang Chen."

Jiang Chen was shocked.

"Look, Duofushan has become a thin shoulder, a child like us. For these 8 minutes every day, Duofusan is lazy, and the soul slips out of the mountain. Sometimes it doesn't want to stay there."

——It was the first time in Jiang Chen's life that he felt shocked.

The last scene in my memory that day is Qianwu sitting on the roof smiling and nibbling the peach he gave him.

Those are the fruits Mrs. Jiang planted in her garden, and only a dozen or so are harvested every year.Marshal Jiang couldn't get any food he wanted, and only his son had good food.

"I hated peaches very much before, all the peaches I've eaten were sour." Qianwu rubbed the juice on her pouty lips, "But this one is delicious, I kind of like peaches."

"I still have it at home." Jiang Chen heard his own bewitched voice: "Come and eat it. No one in my family eats it. It's a pity to let it rot."

Qian Wu was taken home by him just like that.

Since then, every year Jiang's peaches are only given to Qianwu.

That's where it all started.

The sunset that day sank into the river, spreading out their years to come, kissing and lingering, and the friendship that was still unbreakable after years of breaking up.