Infinite Nerves [Infinity]

Behind the collection hall is a familiar darkness, which seems to be able to swallow all living things.

The small team approached the library silently. Those players who had been separated for only a few hours were already flushed with blood, red shackles covered every inch of exposed skin, and their muscles were tense and protruding.Qian Wu stepped into the gate of the collection hall, and the panting man holding the picture frame suddenly turned his head, the white eyeballs were covered with red shackles, like a huge lizard man, he grinned, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth.

"You came too late, the paintings in this collection have already been divided by us."

Dripping blood dripped onto Qianwu's feet, Jiang Chen pulled Qianwu behind him, cut off a sleeve with a knife, bent down to wipe the blood on his shoes and threw it away.

"Be careful." He whispered in his ear: "Don't take it lightly if you have the immunity key."

Qian Wu hummed, walked around the door and stepped into the hall.

There were originally more than 40 people in the team, but now nearly half of them were lying on the painting with festering half-body.The rest of the people were vying for a new batch of paintings. They seemed to not be able to see the illnesses on each other's faces, and they no longer felt the weight of those paintings. They fought for it.

The festering blood seemed to be splashed from any part of the body at any time, Qianwu walked to the stairs, and watched a man who was bent over by a heavy picture frame walking, and a cluster of pus and blood sprouted from the side of the eyeball .

But he seemed to be walking dead without noticing it, and continued to move forward while rotting away.

Could it be that this is the case in purgatory on earth.

Qianwu's whole body was tense, and there was a cluster of anger and helplessness in his heart.He looked at the stained blood on those picture frames, and subconsciously stretched out his hand.

A hand suddenly stopped him in mid-air, tightly gripping his wrist.

Jiang Chen put his lips on the side of his head, and said softly: "Don't be distracted, it's all fake. Everything in the nerves is fake."

"They've all lost their minds." Zhong Liye stretched out his hand to detect the breath of a man who was still twitching on the ground, his vocal cords trembling uncontrollably: "They're all out of breath, but they're still moving, and they can still hold the painting. "

Jiang Chen interrupted him calmly, "Check to see if there is a second painting we have on the first floor. Qianwu and I will go up there."

Qianwu went upstairs with him, upstairs was the same painting hall as before.There was only one light on in the dark hall, and the position of the painting did not change at all, but the frame was empty, and the price tag read "The key belongs to you".

"It seems that there is only one immune key, but luckily we are lucky." Jiang Chen was thoughtful, "I just wanted them to try the risk of taking the painting. If someone chooses this one, I will find a way to snatch it. Now it seems that we are still desperate, if the key only recognizes the first owner, we will be finished."

Qianwu frowned, and said after a long time: "So the nerves think my paintings are the source of evil? They can make people sick and lose their sanity?"

In the darkness, there seemed to be a trace of emotion suppressed and fluctuating in those black eyes.

Jiang Chen looked at him, "For those who cherish them, they are good medicine."

Qianwu was silent for a moment, "The dungeon mechanism allows us to kill those delirious players?"

"It's not clear yet, don't act rashly." Jiang Chen said.

They went downstairs, and the three of Qu Ying stood near the stairs and shook their heads slightly at them.The players carrying the paintings are ready to go on the road again, the number of picture frames on their backs has doubled, and they rush out silently and panting.

"I caught a buddy who could understand human language and asked about the situation. He said that paintings can give people strength. The more they walked, the more they felt that the paintings became lighter, and then they were lucky to meet the second collection. The paintings are equivalent to settlement. Everyone took as much as they could." Peng Peng's voice was filled with deep fear, "They can't listen to the persuasion anymore, I told him to put down the painting, he almost wanted to eat me."

Qian Wu said in a daze: "The painting has become lighter..."

"Because the plague has come to people from the painting. People lose their minds, and they want to take more when they encounter new collections. In a vicious circle, no one can get out of the copy alive in the end." Jiang Chen stared at the nothingness in the sky, slowly Said: "This is a massacre book."

Qian Wu didn't make a sound, looking around, there was a shiny metal corner under the pool of melted flesh and blood.He walked over and kicked the puddle away, revealing the neglected painting underneath.

It was the painting "Ichel Moon Lake", which made the world know about the painter Qianwu's work, and it had the highest price tag in the collection just now.

And the people who got this painting became the first batch of poor ghosts to be eaten away by the plague, throwing dirty flesh and blood on the painting.

"Let me wipe it clean." Jiang Chen walked over and said.

"No need." Qianwu's voice was cold, "I just took a look."

No one in the team spoke. It took a long time for Qianwu to stand up from his squatting, his expression calm as usual, and he asked, "Did you count the number of people just now, counting those who have died, are they all there?"

Peng Peng froze for a moment, and said in embarrassment: "I didn't care about it."

"One less." Qu Ying said softly and firmly: "Qiqi is not here."

As soon as the words fell, a figure suddenly appeared at the door.Kiki stood at the door trembling, watching them from a distance.

The red Sha on her fair face had spread to her forehead, and she was trembling all over, shaking her head violently from time to time, as if forcing herself to stay awake.

"Drawing... there is a problem." As she spoke, blood trickled down the corner of her mouth.

"Halfway through, the painting became lighter and lighter, but I seemed to be unable to let go of my hand." She tremblingly said, "I threw it away with the last of my wits, and quietly fell behind the big team. I want to wait You, but my steps are out of control...you, do you still have medicine? Can you save me?"

She begged, a cluster of blood suddenly shot out from under her knee, the color of the blood was still bright red, not as dirty as the others.

She fell to the ground, slowly crawled towards the door, and said intermittently: "The painting I took is too expensive, and it's already... I can't stop the loss. I hesitated about the cheap painting, but I was tempted, and I made a wrong move. ——Help me, you have a host, a doctor... help me..."

Zhong Liye took a step forward almost involuntarily, and Qu Ying suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"You're crazy." She whispered: "This person used to cheat his nerves, have you forgotten?"

Zhong Liye hesitated when he heard the words, and his eyes fluctuated when he looked at the woman at the door.

"Ahem..." Qiqi choked on a laugh, blood splashed on her face, "If it wasn't for survival, who would want to kill people according to its will?"

"Jiang Chen, I know you are the host, you just want to protect him..." She smiled and half closed her eyes, and tenaciously climbed two more steps towards the door.

Jiang Chen's eyes gradually deepened, and he approached slowly.

"How do you know?" He asked calmly.

Qianwu watched him silently touch the saber from behind.

"I have seen through the nature of nerves. As long as you find reliable teammates around you, you can always increase your calmness points slowly. Calmness and sensitivity, the indicators that can trap everyone in nerves are actually sensitivity." Qiqi He closed his eyes and murmured: "It is impossible to let the host out with nerves, so the host's talent will never focus on sensitivity, then only you, Young Marshal Jiang, only you..."

"I'll hide it for you and cooperate with you in acting..." Her voice became weaker and weaker, "I'm in so much pain, can you...can you help me..."

"Last question." Jiang Chen stood in front of her, looking down at her.

Qiqi reluctantly opened her blood-red eyes, only Jiang Chen's military boots were in sight.Those boots were very cold, she subconsciously dodged to the side.

"It's impossible for the nerves to let the host out, what do you mean?" Jiang Chen was so calm that he didn't seem to feel any pity or touch, "Why do you say that, what do you know?"

Qiqi said angrily: "That...that's just a guess. I have walked through 44 books in my nerves and entered more than 30 nerves. I met many exiles, and we discussed together..."

Her voice became smaller and smaller, Jiang Chen knelt down and said, "What are you discussing?"

"The host is the beginning of everything... Maybe it can also be the end of everything." Qiqi murmured: "If the host clears the level with a full score, maybe all players will quit."

After the last word fell, the woman lying on the ground suddenly jumped up, she grabbed Jiang Chen's skirt, blood spurted down her fingertips, instantly staining a large piece of fabric on her chest.

"What's in your shirt pocket, I really want to get it—" She looked like a living ghost, ignoring the gradually dirty blood gushing out from her body, and grabbed Jiang Chen's clothes fiercely, trying to snatch it from his pocket. Download the immune key.

The hand with the broken joints has already touched the outline of the key through the fabric, and she murmured excitedly: "The key mentioned in the picture frame above is a key prop, right, it's on you—"

The voice came to an abrupt end with the sound of the blade being unsheathed.

A cold light cut the woman's throat smoothly and neatly, blood spurted out, Jiang Chen stood still, letting the blood stain all his clothes.

The woman fell down slowly with violent veins, her eyes wide open were full of incomprehension and unwillingness.

"Sorry." Jiang Chen's voice was a little hoarse, "There is only one immunity key, and you are irreparable."

He got up slowly, and looked fearlessly into those eyes on the ground, "And you have a lot of bad deeds. The person who will pity the soft heart for the sake of empathy is Qianwu. I will only choose to goug out the rebellious bone, so as to avoid future troubles."

The people on the ground twitched twice, and then lost their breath forever.

Jiang Chen got up slowly, took off his windbreaker, wiped the general knife clean, inspected the sharp cold light, and then calmly inserted it back into the scabbard.

"He is really terribly cold-blooded." Peng Peng murmured tensely, "Fortunately, we are teammates—"

Qian Wu heard this and glanced at him.

"He's not." Qianwu lowered his eyes and whispered: "He's just protecting more people. Jiang Chen is a guardian."

The dead Qiqi's body was gradually decomposing, Jiang Chen covered her with a coat soaked in her blood, and whispered: "Let's go on the road too."

Peng Peng asked, "Where are you going?"

Jiang Chen's eyes were dark, he stared at the gradually receding darkness outside, and said in a low voice:

"Follow the will of the nerves to eliminate the plague."

The group started on the road again, this time Jiang Chen walked ahead.

Everyone in the team had reached a point of exhaustion, Qu Ying's foot injury had begun to fester after walking for a long time, Zhong Liye moved slowly with her on his back.Qianwu walked on the right side of them, and Peng Peng stood on Qianwu's right side, looking around vigilantly all the way.

"Jiang Chen's air pressure has been very low in this dungeon." Qu Ying, who was lying on Zhong Liye's back, said softly, "Qianwu, what's wrong with him?"

Qianwu seemed to be in a trance, and it took a long time to come back to his senses and said softly: "At first, maybe I felt that I was seriously injured and worried. Just now, I was probably dissatisfied with using my paintings to do evil. But now—"

The three looked at him, but he looked at the back of Shen Yi in front of him and didn't say anything.

Jiang Chen hated all plunder and cruelty, but often, he had to do it.

He never showed his fragility easily. When Qianwu could feel his fragility, he just wanted to stand beside him quietly.

"Let's talk." Peng Peng suddenly seemed to ask casually: "You are the kind of relationship that will recognize each other to death?"

"Yeah." Qianwu glanced at him, "Why do you ask this all of a sudden?"

"It's nothing." Peng Peng licked his chapped and bleeding lips, and said in a low voice: "He told me in the first collection room, if he didn't go out, let me stick to you no matter what. I'm lucky , You are cowardly when you do things, and if you can hold you by your side, don't be impulsive."

Qianwu's eyes trembled, and after a long time, he lowered his eyes and smiled lightly.

Even though those red lips were dry and cracked, they were still fresh and charming.He said in a very soft voice, "Then if I didn't go out in which copy I was in, you would have to follow him no matter what. He has a lot of worries, and you can make him happy if you are careless and noisy."

Peng Peng's eyes were red, and he wiped his tears with his sleeve for a long time, "Have you two scolded me enough?"

Qianwu burst out laughing, took a deep breath, looked at the back of the front through his somewhat misty eyes, and quickened his pace to approach.

They seemed to have a tacit understanding, and no one mentioned what happened just now.

Qianwu asked: "How's the injury?"

The key buttons of Jiang Chen's shirt were pulled off, and the fabric hung loosely, revealing the skin inside from time to time as he moved.

Qianwu looked in, and the blackness was the same as it was a few hours ago, and there was no sign of spreading or deepening.

"The key to immunity can curb the deterioration of the plague." Jiang Chen said calmly: "After taking those medicines, my spirit has improved a lot, but we still need to hurry up."

"

Um. "Qianwu nodded, "The so-called clean-up should be to kill all the players who have become living dead, so let me do it." "

Hearing this, Jiang Chen looked up in surprise, Qianwu reached out and pulled out the saber from behind his waist, threw it in the air and caught it lightly, and said with a smile: "Why, look down on me, a stinky painter?"

"You—" Jiang Chen frowned helplessly, and stretched out his hand to take the knife, "The stinky painter draws well, and the matter of beating and killing—"

Qianwu smiled and changed the knife, raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you see that my paintings have become the source of evil? My career has been ruined, let me develop a new deed in my nerves."

Jiang Chen looked at him with a helpless smile. They didn't know who stopped first. When they realized it, their breaths were already close at hand.

Two pairs of chapped lips touched together, Jiang Chen inserted his hands into Qianwu's hair, Qianwu gently bit the inside of his lips with his teeth, the sharp pain made Mr. Commander raise his eyebrows, they were in the desolate Kissing on the road strewn with corpses.

With a messy breath, Jiang Chen said vaguely but firmly in Qianwu's ear, we will live on.

After a long time, Qian Wu let go of Jiang Chen, Jiang Chen withdrew his hand, smoothed the messy hair on the back of his head, and casually tugged at the shirt that had been completely ripped off.

Peng Peng's indifferent voice sounded not far behind him.

"Zhong Liye is carrying a big living person on his back, his feet are so weak, he still has to stop where he is and eat your dog food."

He scolded fiercely, "Vulnerable! Depressed! Dying! Last words! It's all about the fucking kiss! I will throw you two into the sea of ​​nerves sooner or later."

Jiang Chen smiled softly, and continued to walk forward, but his expression became much more relaxed.

It was finally dawn, and the sunlight illuminated the road away from the village, as well as the corpses along the road.

Looking around, layers of bones almost covered the villa at the foot of the mountain.Occasionally, monsters that looked like apes or wolves picked and picked among the bones, burying their heads in biting. They looked at Qianwu and the others with greedy eyes, but perhaps they were afraid of the immunity key and never dared to approach them.

"The corpses they eat don't seem to be dead bodies that have been dead for a long time." Qu Ying murmured as she lay on Zhong Liye's back, "Is it my eyesight? Why do I feel familiar?"

"You're blind." Qianwu looked sternly, turned his eyes away from the picture of the mountain ghost picnic tens of meters away, and said softly: "They eat players who died of illness on the way, and the picture frames are still under their bodies. "

Everyone felt a chill.Peng Peng shrunk his shoulders and subconsciously approached Qianwu to seek some psychological comfort, but Jiang Chen glanced at him, so he had to endure the numbness of his scalp and dodge to the side.

"How many do you think are still alive?"

Zhong Liye asked: "Are you talking about those who still have fighting power, or living people who are rational in the true sense?"

Peng Peng sighed, "Apart from us, how can there be any sane people alive?"

"No matter what kind it is, there should be none left." Jiang Chen paused, "There were only a dozen or so people who stood up from the second collection hall yesterday, and at the speed of the spread of the plague, it is estimated that they were all scattered here. In the bones of the road."

As soon as the words fell, a thick fog suddenly gathered in front of them, and when everyone was in a daze, the fog quickly dispersed.

A collection hall suddenly appeared in the place shrouded in fog just now, blocking the way again.

"I'm numb."

Peng Peng looked at it expressionlessly, and swung the shriveled water bag on the ground, "Did you vomit, please! Are you still here?!"

Jiang Chen frowned suddenly, and said in a low voice: "That's not right."

Qianwu also felt that something was wrong, "According to the speed at which the plague spreads, no matter whether it is real living people or walking corpses, they should all be slaughtered. Why is there still a collection hall?"

Before the words were finished, the closed door suddenly opened, and the terrifying scene inside burst into view.

All kinds of broken limbs were scattered on the floor of the collection hall. Those limbs twitched and slowly joined together. They snapped and cracked their joints, and the muscles and bones quickly deformed and reorganized.

The ghosts stepped out of the collection hall with dirty blood hanging from the corners of their mouths, stepping on broken picture frames all over the floor, and slowly walked towards them.

Greed devours people, people are not humans, and humans are also ghosts.

"Clean up the plague." Jiang Chen slowly moved behind, "So that's what it means."

A new instruction suddenly appeared on the road sign facing west next to the collection hall.

"The businessman forgot to say, he only wants clean paintings. If it is stained with ominous and stolen goods, it is better to destroy it directly!"

With a bang, the sharp knife was unsheathed.

Jiang Chen's hand that was groping backwards was in vain, Qianwu had already raised his saber in Yu Guangli, and looked at the road sign with a sympathetic and mocking smile.

"Ominous and dirty?"

The painter's voice is so cold, with great arrogance.

"Even if there are more crimes, I have to say it myself."

With a knife in one hand and firm eyes, Qianwu stepped forward to meet the slowly approaching humanoid ghost.

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The little nerve rubbed against the ground repeatedly in a panic.

It's all the floor's fault.