Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

"I'm a little hungry." Peng Peng suddenly interrupted the two people who were fascinated by Tao.

He rubbed his stomach, "I didn't eat last night, and I didn't care about food in the morning. I'm so hungry."

He didn't say that Qianwu didn't feel it yet, the hunger surged up all of a sudden, the hungry person panicked and his mouth was dry.

"So fast?" said the boatman, "Then I'll pull the boat aside."

Peng Peng muttered softly: "Is there any fish in the sea? I want to eat meat."

Qu Ying: "If there are ingredients, I can cook. I am the chef outside."

No one answered, and the boatman seemed to be selectively deaf.The sea of ​​nerves is boundless, and the small wooden boat slowly leans to one side, but the other shore cannot be seen.

Everyone had to wait.

"About the Exile, I still have a question." Zhong Liye said after thinking, "If everyone gets excited after entering the dungeon, won't they be able to find the Exile?"

"It's useless." The boatman shook his head. "Exiles can pretend to be nervous, unless they choose to expose themselves."

Jiang Chen asked: "Is the difficulty of the dungeon determined by the player's score?"

"No, it is linked to the number of raids, but the difficulty is not necessarily allocated in which aspect. For example, sometimes the boss is particularly vicious, and sometimes there are many or very powerful exiles."

Qian Wu said softly: "So you have to collect your points as early as possible, the later you go, the harder it is to get along."

The boatman nodded, "The first few books are generally newcomers, and the competition is weak, which is very beneficial to talented players. The further you go to the back, the more talented people you will see. That is the fight between gods and gods."

Qianwu asked again, "Who will be chosen by the nerve?"

"It's a group of people who can't survive in the real world." The boatman gave a hearty answer this time.

The boat was quiet for a few seconds, Qianwu turned his head and asked, "What?"

The voice in the boatman’s belly said, “This is my inference after welcoming and sending so many people. Those who can come in are extraordinary. Nervousness is the only salvation.”

Peng Peng said with a cold face: "I'm just a grassroots tour guide and part-time planner. I'm poor, but I live happily."

Qu Ying said: "I'm just a cook."

Zhong Liye thought for a while, "I've been a veterinarian for many years, if it's abnormal, does it matter if it's becoming more and more animalistic?"

Qianwu glanced at Jiang Chen thoughtfully.

Jiang Chen: "?"

Qian Wu lowered his eyes and said with a smile, "It turns out that Young Marshal Jiang is going to die outside?"

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows, his tone was low: "Maybe. Every day when I don't have to serve others, I feel very empty."

Qianwu: "..."

Peng Peng wrinkled his face, "I seem to smell a little strange yin and yang..."

"Shut up." Zhong Liye pressed his peaked cap again.

While discussing, Qianwu suddenly felt something swept over his head, he turned his head and saw that it was a red pipe.

This kind of thing is everywhere, intertwined and intertwined, probably the so-called "nervous".

I didn't pay attention just now, the small wooden boat unknowingly sailed into a sea area of ​​nervous depression, and the people on board had to keep their heads down.

Peng Peng clutched his hat and said, "Can you go to a wider place?"

"Aren't you hungry?" The boatman plunged the oar into the water, stopped the boat and said, "Let's eat."

Everyone: "?"

The boatman let out a sinister laugh, "It's my favorite part again. Watching the new people eat is a lot of fun."

"Look at these pipes." Jiang Chen who had been silent all this time said suddenly.

Qianwu raised his head, the nerves are like human arteries, the walls of the canals are transparent, and the bright red blood inside can be seen at a glance.

The feeling of hunger became stronger, and he actually had an urge to pounce on it and suck it.

"On the sea of ​​nerves, you can only drink the blood of nerves." The boatman asked with a smile, "Who wants to be the first to taste it?"

"I don't." Peng Peng jumped away immediately, "Is it disgusting!"

"Do we have other options?" Jiang Chen asked, "Or endure the hunger and eat normal food in the copy."

The boatman smiled sinisterly, "Don't you feel that you are going to die of hunger? It's not impossible to endure it, but I don't know when the next copy will arrive, and no one can tell whether there is something to eat in the copy." s things."

The crowd was silent.

Zhong Liye asked, "What do you mean there is nothing to eat?"

The boatman recalled for a while, "There was a rookie who had a lot of things to go hungry for three days at sea, and ended up entering the dungeon called Cannibal Village."

"..."

Peng Peng stood up expressionlessly, "If I don't go to hell, whoever goes to hell! Let me go first!"

Qianwu found that when he stared at those nerves at close range, he gradually became uncontrollable and wanted to pounce on them and suck them.

Peng Peng said he wanted to be the first one, but in fact, when he jumped forward and grabbed a nerve and bit it down, Zhong Liye and Qu Ying did the same thing one after another.Afterwards, Jiang Chen also sucked up.

Mr. Jiang Chen, the cold and proud commander, was still very big when he sucked blood, with a cold face and frowning, as if he was giving alms to his nerves.

Qianwu suddenly found that the wound on Qu Ying's hand was healing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the face of the person who was sucking blood gradually turned red, and a greedy and satisfied look burst out from his eyes.

Jiang Chen let go of his mouth first, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, touched the corner of his mouth, and commented: "It smells weird."

"Look at Qu Ying's hand, it turns out it's a healing medicine." Zhong Liye said, stepping out of the way to make room for Qian Wu, "Come on, Qian Wu."

Without hesitation, Qianwu stepped forward to grab a nerve.

When the tooth touches the nerve, there is no tough and slippery touch as imagined, or even nothing at all, and the liquid inside flows into the mouth automatically.

But Qianwu frowned.

After a while, he let go of his hand, turned his head and asked everyone, "What do you think it smells like?"

"Hmm..." Peng Peng thought for a while, "It's fishy and a little astringent, not very tasty."

Zhong Liye lowered his head and pondered for a while, "The taste is very strong, like blood mixed with medicinal wine, but you can drink it, and you can't stop it."

Qian Wu turned to look at Jiang Chen, "You feel the same way?"

Jiang Chen nodded, "Almost, it's weird anyway. What's wrong?"

"It tastes sweet to me."

As Qianwu said, he pulled a nerve casually under the shocked eyes of everyone, bowed his head and sucked two mouthfuls, licking the corners of his mouth, "Sweet and mellow, like hot chocolate with whiskey, it tastes great."

"..."

"I really want to have another bite." Qianwu couldn't hold back as he spoke, and grabbed a nerve and took two more bites.

Everyone looked at him with ghostly expressions.

Jiang Chen's eyes were extremely complicated, and he said after a long time: "I didn't expect you to like eating such strange things."

"When you are tired, go to sleep in the tent. There will always be day on the sea. Waiting for the night to come means entering the next dungeon. I will call you when the time comes." The boatman raised his oars again, "By the way, from the first dungeon From the second copy, you will know the name of the copy, and there are some specific restrictions."

From the outside, the tent can only accommodate one person, but when you enter, you will find that there is something wrong with it.Inside are sleeping bunks divided into buildings like an old train, and there are five buildings.

After seeing ghosts and ghosts, no one would find this kind of inner space strange.

Qianwu entered the innermost room, and Jiang Chen chose to be next to him.

There is a restroom at the end, Qianwu went to wash the peaches, then sat on his bed and gnawed slowly.

The partition on the back was knocked several times, and Jiang Chen appeared at his door after a while, and asked, "How about a few words?"

Qianwu turned the peach around and gnawed, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Chen came over to sit, turned his head to watch him eating peaches, and after watching for a while, he suddenly said: "The boatman said that every person who is pulled in is a person who cannot survive in the real world. So, how do you Yet?"

"Huh?" Qianwu was stunned, holding half a peach in his hand, and it froze on his lips.

After a while, he put down his hands and chuckled, "Do you also believe this kind of nonsense?"

Jiang Chen looked at him, "You have always been reluctant to touch religion and mythology. You disappeared for a year, and the first work after your comeback was Ragnarok. What's more, you obviously suffer from insomnia and alcoholism."

Qian Wu raised his eyelids wearily, "So Young Marshal Jiang suddenly parachuted into the hypocritical charity reception to comfort his down-and-out ex-boyfriend?"

"I don't intend to forcibly appear in your life and disturb you." Jiang Chen looked at him, lowered his eyes, "I just feel that your situation is very bad."

Qian Wu's black eyes stared at him, "Why do you feel that?"

Jiang Chen also looked at him, two pairs of dark eyes looked at each other.

Jiang Chen sighed, "Why do you say I am?"

After watching the secret of Duofushan together, they became the best friends with tacit understanding.

Little Qianwu went home to play with Jiang Chen every now and then, and he greeted the marshal and his wife in a graceful manner.Lai read picture albums and story books in the library of Jiang's family until late at night, and then of course he didn't go home, so he just found a guest room to sleep in.

I don't know when, when the family brings desserts before going to school, Mrs. Jiang will specially prepare another one and put it in Jiang Chen's hands.

"This one belongs to Qianwu." She said with a smile, "The orderly said that he would cook Qianwu's favorite goose in sweet sauce tonight, so ask him if he will come to the house for dinner tonight."

Jiang Chen weighed it silently, obviously much heavier than his own.

No one would dislike Qianwu. Mrs. Jiang even framed the portrait given to her by Qianwu in a pearl frame in the bedroom. Marshal Jiang, who was created by Yan's father, commanded the orderlies to arrange a cozy little bed in the study.

Qianwu seems to have become the youngest son raised by the Jiang family.

But after getting in touch with him a lot, Jiang Chen discovered that Qian Wu was not always a cool kid—although he was very alert, he was usually delicate, and would lose his temper if he didn't eat enough sweets. In the heat of summer, the air conditioner in the classroom broke down, and he was so irritable. Cried.If he covets Jiang Chen's share of the cake, he will cunningly pretend to be obedient and call him "Brother Jiang Chen".

——But even if he can see through this little thought, Jiang Chen still disarms every second.

After growing up, Qianwu has grown into a flirtatious, radiant artist.

Jiang Chen is the only one in the world who knows that when you pry open the unruly shell, there is still just a sensitive, slender, and charming little boy inside.

It's a little rose that needs to be held in the palm of your hand.

Jiang Chen couldn't believe that he lost his mind under this kind of confrontation. Ever since he got into his nerves, he could not restrain himself from falling into deep memories of the past.

He raised his hand and pinched the bridge of his nose lightly, and said, "Sorry, but I'm really worried."

Qian Wu also looked away, and smiled lightly after a while, ate the last pulp on the peach pit, and licked the corners of his mouth.

"I was a little out of shape a while ago, but it's not too serious. I've been doing well recently, and I slept well last night." He fiddled with the small fruit core, raised his eyebrows and said, "Don't just tease me Well. Everyone who enters the copy is not quite right, what about you?"

Just as Jiang Chen was about to speak, the bed board under him suddenly shook violently.

The boatman said harshly outside: "Come out, your second copy has arrived."

"I just lay down!" Peng Peng wailed from the next door, "I didn't have any precautions!"

Everyone stepped out of the tent in a hurry, the sun was already setting outside, the shadow of an isolated island appeared in the distance again, and the sky was still darkening rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

There was a storm on the sea, and the boatman said while strenuously paddling: "This is the first time I have met a player who is so close to the first dungeon and the second dungeon."

Jiang Chen asked: "How long does it take for others?"

"At least five or six days. I wish you good luck." The boatman said as he tried to bring the boat to the shore.

When the bottom of the boat touches the shore, the setting sun disappears and night has come.

The island is an ancient village.There were more than a dozen players standing on the shore, their boats had already left, and Qianwu and others were the last to arrive.

Jiang Chen whispered: "Counting us this time, there are a total of 20 people, and the number of people has decreased."

Qianwu's eyes swept over everyone, but he didn't find any familiar faces.Everyone put their sleeves down, and those in short sleeves tore a piece of cloth over their trousers to cover their nerves.After entering the book once, everyone became smarter. Ordinary players refused to reveal their identities as mermaids, and the exiles naturally mixed in.

"This village doesn't look very good." Peng Peng suddenly whispered, with a serious expression.

Zhong Liye looked at him, "What do you say?"

"Fengshui, I can't say clearly, and I'm not a professional." Peng Peng subconsciously pressed his peaked cap again, tightly grasped the small card with the word "auspicious", and said: "But I think Very deadly."

The sea of ​​nerves behind has turned into darkness, marking the beginning of the dungeon.No NPC came to pick them up, and NO.20 stopped at the entrance of the village, hesitating.

After an unknown amount of time, someone suddenly exclaimed, "Look at the ground!"

Handwriting suddenly appeared on the sandy ground, as if someone was writing crookedly with a branch, and the scratching sound tore people's eardrums, making people very uncomfortable.

[Second copy: Scones that stop gluttony]

【Number of players: 20】

[Seven-day time-limited dungeon, overdue and unfinished, all members died]

[Waiting for the task to be released...]

"Everyone is dead!" A woman exclaimed, "Is there still a limited-time copy?"

Before the words were finished, a little boy suddenly came out from the entrance of the village.About five or six years old, wearing a blue-gray coat and a pair of straw sandals on his feet.

He approached bouncingly, and it was only when he got close that people could see his face clearly.He is white and fat, with a big and round face, big eyes rolling like black grapes, and a small red mouth, very cute.

"Is this an NPC?" Someone among the players asked in a low voice.

"You are the cooks my mother hired, right?" The little boy greeted crisply: "Come, come! Come with me, and I will take you home."

"Cook?" Qu Ying suddenly remembered the dungeon name, and subconsciously looked down at the ground, only to find that the reminder just now was gone.

The little boy took two steps and found that no one was following him. He turned his head and frowned dissatisfiedly, "Hurry up, my mother will be asleep later, I'm going to take you back late, she will read it to you."

A short-haired man with a height of nearly 1.9 meters said calmly: "I guess this is an NPC, everyone follow."

The players followed slowly, and someone muttered, "Is it a cooking dungeon? It shouldn't be too difficult."

No one responded.

Qianwu and his party of five walked in the team, Qianwu quietly looked at the big-headed kid who was leading the way.

Very lively and cute, full of vitality, the childlike innocence in the voice seems to be able to dispel the gloom lingering in the village.

But he soon realized something was wrong.

"Jiang Chen."

Qianwu's footsteps paused slightly, and he bumped into Jiang Chen's arm calmly.

Jiang Chen also stopped walking.

In the dark night, there are no lights in the ancient village, and the moonlight is the only light source.

Bright and clean.

It directly shines on the children bouncing and leading the way ahead, and the ground is empty without any shadows.