Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Qian Wu opened his dim and drunken eyes, looking at Jiang Chen in front of him.

The military jacket that was put in the lucky bag before was thrown aside, and the commander, the tie was half untied, and his hands were on the waist of his trousers.The belt buckle collided crisply, and he slowly pulled out the belt with his hands, throwing it aside.

Qian Wu stared at his trousers that had not fallen down for a long time and asked again: "If you really can't get out, what wish do you have?"

There was a hint of emotion in Jiang Chen's deep eyes, and his voice was low, "It's you."

"They are coming! They are coming!!"

Cheers suddenly poured into his ears, Qianwu suddenly felt a jolt, as if being pulled into another world by a force, he opened his eyes suddenly.

On the crowded streets of the old era, there are excited people waving tickets everywhere.The surrounding buildings have changed from the neon high-rises of the imperial capital to brick houses of varying heights. The tallest building is a five-story earth-red building in the distance. The vertical plaque reads "Qujing Grand Stage ".

People were dressed in mixed clothes, mostly coarse coats, some woolen overcoats and striped shirts.They squeezed frantically on both sides of the long street, and were stopped desperately by those who maintained order.

Qian Wu was sitting alone in a human-powered rickshaw, and the crowd rushed towards him with tickets, shouting happily: "New star! New star!!"

He suddenly realized something was wrong, turned his head suddenly, and saw a mighty rickshaw convoy behind him.The burly men were pulling the carts, and on the carts were players dressed in inappropriate clothes of this era.Changlong couldn't see the end at a glance, he checked two cars back, and finally saw Jiang Chen.

They looked at each other through the noisy crowd, Jiang Chen heaved a sigh of relief when he saw him, picked up a piece of paper from the chair beside him, and waved it at him.

Qian Wu looked down, and there was also a piece of paper in his hand, with crooked handwriting on it.

[The 4th dungeon: Jiuhuiyan]

【Number of players: 12】

[Mission description: In Qujing, celebrities come first.Star chasing is the life of all residents.Dafa, the owner of Qujing Grand Stage, invites everyone to come to Qujing as candidates for Qujing Superstar.Today is September 9st. From now on, all residents of Sunset Qujing will conduct a popularity vote for players every day, and the last players will be eliminated.Dafa held everyone's life-and-death deed, tore up the life-and-death deed of the eliminated player, and the player died suddenly. On the evening of September 1th, the player with the highest number of votes will perform the song "Jiuhuiyan" on stage. If the performance is complete, the task will be completed]

[Mission limitation: During the mission period, players are not allowed to shoot and hurt the residents of Qujing or the boss Dafa, otherwise they will die suddenly]

The driver pulling the rickshaw was covered in wheat-colored tendons. He ran forward vigorously and said, "Brother, you look so good-looking, don't get sunburned! The sun is not small this morning. My car has A canopy, you pull it out to shade the sun."

As soon as he said it, Qianwu realized that the sun was uncomfortable.He raised his hand to touch the awning above his head, suddenly thought of something, turned his head and looked at the many rickshaws behind him, all with bare roofs.

"What about the others?"

The coachman said: "You are lucky, my car has a canopy! They all have to dry in the sun!"

Qianwu paused, and let out an oh.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but he actually felt that this was a special care given to him by his nerves.He reached out and pulled down the canopy.

The madness of the crowd was astonishing, their eyes sparkled with mad desire and enthusiasm, and countless hands were waving in the air, as if they were going to break through the blocking line and rush up to eat these celebrity candidates one by one.

The momentum was huge, but Qianwu couldn't stop staring at the ticket-like things waving in the hands of those people.

Pale yellow paper with names written on it, each one is different.

"Is that a ballot?" Qianwu asked.

The coachman said, "Yes, everyone's lifeblood. You outsiders don't understand, and you don't have tickets, so you can only watch us have fun."

"The lifeblood." Qianwu repeated softly, "It shouldn't be."

"Why not?" the man said, "We Qujing people, each of us has a vote at birth, with his name written on it, and if the vote is lost, the person dies."

"But don't you vote for candidates every day?" Qianwu asked, "Is one vote enough?"

The coachman replied confidently: "It is enough. The material of the ballot is very special. The name of the voter is always kept on it, but the name of the candidate written on it every day will disappear automatically after one night. And after we cast the ballot, someone will take it Sending back from house to house. Ballot guards and returners are serious professions, and Qu Jing is such an aura! We are all born to admire celebrities!"

Qianwu: "..."

What a fanatical groupie.

The rickshaw pulled straight into the backyard of the Qujing Grand Stage, and it turned out that there was a richly decorated house behind it.The rickshaws parked one by one in the yard, Qianwu got out of the car, and Peng Peng ran over immediately, "My mother, what the hell, aren't we drinking at the bar?"

A few other people also followed, Jiang Chen said, "It seems that the island and the dungeon are shuttled directly, after one night, everyone opened their eyes and went straight to the book.

"

Qianwu hadn't come out of that thought-provoking dream yet, so he couldn't help but look at his clothes.

The collar of the shirt was buttoned neatly, and the belt was well tied around the waist, just like in the past.

"What are you looking at?" Jiang Chen followed his gaze and looked down, only seeing his own belt, so he asked, "What's wrong with my pants?"

"Nothing." Qianwu raised his eyes calmly, "What happened last night?"

Jiang Chen said, "You fell asleep after drinking too much. I went around the apartment and fell asleep because I didn't find anything particularly weird."

"In the same room?" Qianwu asked.

Jiang Chen hummed, "I didn't dare to separate for fear of accidents."

Qian Wu stared at him without blinking, Jiang Chen looked calm and calm, he looked at him for a while before asking: "What's wrong?"

Honest, kind eyes.As if it wasn't him who stole his relatives last night.

"Last night, I remembered that I asked you before going to bed, if you can't get out, what is your wish?"

Jiang Chen snorted, and said calmly: "I answered you, didn't you hear me. I said, it won't work if you say your wish."

Qianwu narrowed his eyes slightly, "Then you didn't say it, did you work?"

Jiang Chen nodded solemnly, "It's considered spiritual, very satisfying."

Qianwu lost his expression and turned his head indifferently.

The Empire should really be worried about having such a thick-skinned commander.

"You have seen the rules." Zhong Liye put the note into his trouser pocket, "It turned out to be a popularity competition system, and the last place is eliminated to death."

Peng Peng sighed, "It means that we all know the conditions of death, but there is no way to avoid it. It's so stressful to hand over your life to those screaming guys outside for trial."

They discussed the rules, Qianwu looked to the side.

This time it was written that twelve people entered the capital, and there were five people in their team, and there should be seven people left.But now there are only five other players in the yard, each standing and looking around, without any intention of cuddling.

Jiang Chen said in a low voice: "These players came in alone, and everyone has the possibility of being an exile."

Qian Wu hummed, "It's okay, Wen Li has also sneaked into other teams to pretend, just don't believe anyone."

"Wait a minute, everyone." A head coachman wiped his sweat and said, "Two of our cars were stopped by excited people just now, and they are a short distance behind everyone. They will come soon."

"Isn't there someone blocking the crowd?" a player asked.

The manager smiled, "Those two are so popular, I didn't stop them! Tell me, you just entered Qujing, and the official information hasn't been released yet, so the popularity is so high!"

Another coachman said while guzzling water, "How dare you say you don't like it? I have all my tickets ready, and I'll see which one of them I vote for."

"It's the same for everyone," said the manager.

Qianwu's heart skipped a beat, when he suddenly heard the sound of wheels, turned his head, and finally saw the last two rickshaws.

The driver put down the lever, the rickshaw leaned forward and lowered, and the two of them got out of the car almost at the same time.

"Twins." Jiang Chen was thoughtful, "No wonder they are popular."

Two young men in their early 20s, with handsome features and slender figures.The two are exactly the same from appearance to demeanor, one wears a light yellow shirt and the other wears a light blue shirt.After they got off the car, they whispered a few words, and then looked at the other players.

Those two eyes fell on Qianwu and Jiang Chen, bowed their heads and said a few more words, then smiled at them.

Qianwu's coachman came over suddenly and said, "It's a pity for you."

"What do you mean?" Qianwu asked.

The coachman suppressed his voice: "The status of twins is too rare, otherwise I will bet the treasure on you."

Qianwu turned his head when he heard the words, raised his eyebrows and asked, "So, according to what you mean, are you going to vote for them before sunset?"

"This—" the coachman blushed, and the pair of clear and affectionate eyes on the opposite side made his old heart thump. Passengers are fate, and I will definitely give you this ticket!"

"Thank you." Qian Wu chuckled, raised her red lips, and said coldly, "No need."

Someone from the house came out to greet them, and the players walked towards the door one after another.Jiang Chen turned around following Qianwu, couldn't help but chuckled and said, "There's nothing to be angry about."

"Which eye of yours saw me angry?" Qianwu smiled.

Jiang Chen said, "Both eyes have seen."

Just as Qian Wu was about to speak, Jiang Chen said again: "But if you look at him like that, his nine days and nine votes are all yours, so don't worry."

Qian Wu glanced at him, "You sound unhappy, and you seem to be connoting me."

"No, it's just out of feeling." Jiang Chen's tone was sincere, "I have suffered too much from your eyes."

"..." Qianwu lowered his eyes and chuckled, "Really, if Young Marshal Jiang has votes—"

Jiang Chen said in a low voice: "I also engraved four characters on the ticket, just like your brush."

Peng Peng in front suddenly grabbed Zhong Liye's arm and took two steps forward, muttering, "Zhong Liye! Why do I suddenly feel that the two of them seem to be having an affair?"

Zhong Liye was silent for a while, "Thank God."

Qian Wu followed behind with a smile, Jiang Chen suddenly asked, "Then if you have votes—"

"I'm the same as you." Qianwu said.

Jiang Chen raised his eyebrows when he heard the words, and said in surprise: "Is it so refreshing?"

"Yeah." Qianwu nodded seriously, "I also choose myself."

Jiang Chen: "..."

Passing through the long and narrow porch, the door opens, and the entrance is a luxurious and bright hall.A middle-aged man in a dark gray silk jacket was sitting behind the mahogany table, holding a pipe in his hand, looking at them through a gold frame.

"Welcome, my big stars, you are finally here." He said, "This time I invite you in a hurry, do you all know the voting rules?"

A burly male player asked: "Are you Dafa, the boss of the Qujing Grand Stage?"

"Just call me Master Fa." The man smiled bluntly, "The [-]th is an important day in Qujing every year. Your mission is to get the highest total number of votes as much as possible during these eight days. As a Beijing superstar, on the [-]th, I went to the Qujing Grand Stage to complete the singing of "Jiuhuiyan". Of course, as your boss, I will do my best to help you gain the support of the public. Today, your top priority is to produce Well, send out the official information, it’s ten o’clock in the morning, and the reporter from the newspaper office will come to interview each of you in an hour, so you have to prepare well.”

"I have a question." A female player asked: "I hear you mean "Jiuhuiyan" is a song, what should I do if I can't sing?"

""Nine Backs of Beauty" is just a complex of the people of Qujing." Fa Ye said kindly, "As long as you can get the qualification to sing it, it has proved that the people of Qujing love you. You don't need to sing very beautifully, as long as you sing Just sing the lyrics in full. As for your talents, well, this is indeed a problem, whether it’s singing or dancing or anything else, everyone should dig themselves out and get as much support as possible during these eight days.”

Peng Peng asked: "Is it true that the final elimination?"

"Of course." Fa Ye took out a stack of papers from his arms and shook them, "I paid a lot of money to buy you and support you, and I want to see the rewards. Each of you should take it as a mission to become a superstar in Qujing , the guy who drags his feet every day, I don't want to stay."

Qianwu saw the three bright red characters "Deed of Life and Death" written on the paper, and the player's name underneath.

The atmosphere among the players became subdued, and Qianwu looked back at the other seven players.

In addition to the twins, there are four boys and one girl.The players who joined this time have good looks, except for the twins, their temperaments have their own characteristics, and it really looks like a draft.

"Your rooms have been arranged. Just go upstairs and find your name. The reporter will be waiting in the interview room on the right hand side of the hall in an hour." Master Fa took a puff on his pipe, "I have other things to do. You all go away. If you have any difficulties, you can tell me anytime, and the servants in the house are also at your disposal, so you are welcome."

A girl came out to lead the way, and the players followed her upstairs.

Qianwu walked at the end of the crowd, looking at these people.

Both the twins have a bright and handsome temperament, and there is almost no difference.Among the other four male players are a tall, muscular man, a gentle man with a bookish temperament, a lazy guy with a bad face, and a boy who is only sixteen or seventeen years old, with a youthful and high-spirited youthful air.

There is also a big difference between the two female players. Qu Ying has a gentle and capable temperament, while the other is sexy and glamorous, with a very arrogant demeanor.

"It's a real star." Jiang Chen said suddenly.

Qian Wu raised his eyebrows, "Who are you talking about?"

"Jiang Yangyang." Qu Ying turned her head and whispered; "In our real world, he is a singer."

Peng Peng stopped, and waited for everyone to catch up, then he pressed the brim of his peaked hat and said mysteriously: "Which planet are you from, Qianwu? ?"

"Oh." Qianwu looked indifferent, "Sorry, I haven't paid much attention to the news this year."

Hearing this, Jiang Chen turned his head and glanced at him silently.

Peng Peng cleared his throat, looked down at Jiang Chen, and hummed through his teeth: "Jiang Yangyang relies on people to get her position. Didn't the Internet reveal the list of scandalous bosses behind her? There are military, business and government officials, how do I remember?" It seems that there is another person surnamed Jiang, whose name is Jiang or something."

"Oh?" Qian Wu suddenly became interested, and raised his eyebrows to look at Jiang Chen, "No wonder Mr. Commander knows that a little singer has had an affair?"

Jiang Chen's face turned blue, "Member Cui took her to a military dinner, if she gave her a wink, it's fine, there must be hundreds of military and political officials on the list."

"That's it." Qianwu smiled.

Jiang Chen suffocated for a moment, "You don't seem to understand the words."

"I understand it very well." Qianwu's red lips twitched lightly, "Independence is really different. It seems that not only the lady of the family, but also a lot of ambitious people are eyeing Young Marshal Jiang."

Peng Peng nodded earnestly, "No, I met a young [-]th-tier actor with a group before, and she said that everyone in the industry is hungry. Those stinky buskers, singing, dancing and acting, each of them has a higher heart than the sky."

"Sorry." Jiang Chen was expressionless, "I'm not interested in singing and dancing, I only loved a bad painter."

Peng Peng was dumbfounded and opened his mouth wide. Zhong Liye turned around and pinched his hand vigorously, and said in a low voice, "Shut up, please."

"Stinky painting—" Qianwu snorted, "I feel your resentment for the old love."

"It's okay." Jiang Chen looked calm, "It was a happy time back then."

After a long time, Qian Wu casually glanced away from Jiang Chen, and asked again: "The others don't look like ordinary players, are there any stars?"

"Let me give you [-]." Peng Peng fiddled with his fingers.

"Wait." Zhong Liye frowned, "You know them all?"

"Of course not. I only know four of the seven. I don't know the twins or that gentle man." Peng Peng said.

Qu Ying said seriously: "It's already a lot."

"They're all Internet celebrities, don't you all go online?" Peng Peng curled his lips, "Go to the front, the super hot fitness trainer. That dude with a flattering face, a fashion model, now opens a video account to expose some fashion Inside the circle, he has a vicious tongue and loves to show off, but there are indeed a group of little girls who like him like that. There is also that little brother, oh, don’t underestimate him, a gifted child is admitted to a prestigious school at the age of 16 and is directly elected as a school grass. he."

"Looking at it this way, everyone is very competitive." Qu Ying said: "I feel a little vain, this dungeon is so powerless, we can only let others choose."

Zhong Liye thought for a while, "There are only two girls, and there is a big difference between you and Jiang Yangyang, so you shouldn't have to worry about it in the early stage."

"Actually, I think it's me who should be worried the most." Peng Peng said with a sigh, "The guys in our team are painters, commanders, and doctors. Those outside the team are fitness trainers, fashion models, school girls, Another one is probably the professor. Everyone has a clear temperament, and I am the worst one, and I am a tour guide."

Peng Peng took off his peaked cap, tousled his unkempt curly hair, put it on again, and said with a dejected face, "If I die tonight—"

Everyone's footsteps stopped.

"Then you have to live well." Peng Peng's eyes were a little red, "I am very happy to be teammates with you."

Zhong Liye saw that he was silent, and Qu Ying was also speechless. After a while, Jiang Chen suddenly frowned.

Mr. Commander looked confused, "What are you doing?"

Peng Peng sniffed, "I feel that I am not far from death."

Jiang Chen's expression was even more confused, "Is it a little too early to be sad?"

"Actually——" Qu Ying paused, "I think Peng Peng's analysis is not unreasonable. He is indeed cute, but it is difficult to show the characteristics of cuteness through a public information. He is a bit at a disadvantage."

Qianwu suddenly laughed softly, put his hand around Peng Peng's shoulder, and grabbed his hat casually.

"Why, I might be dying and you still bully me." Peng Peng snatched his hat back, then lowered his head and muttered: "Boss Qianwu, if I die, don't play tricks on the next dungeon, You have to listen carefully to what the young commander said, keep calm, and walk out safely."

"You can't die." Qianwu said to him with a smile, his black eyes swept across the crowd, and he said softly, "At least for the disclosure of information, I will protect you."

The author has something to say: the little nerves rubbed against the ground excitedly, and I smelled a quarrel!

Sigh on the keyboard, it's flirting.

The little nerve turned around suddenly, what is flirting?

The person typing on the keyboard could only sigh and smooth it out, and said: You are still young.