my old robot

"These stone statues who can't move here are also players, and they are also trapped in this fucking place. At least we can move freely, but what about them? They can only become slaves of the virtual tomb guards. Year after year, they have been standing Here, it has been so long that they themselves do not remember what time is, and what is the real world outside. If they want to escape from the stone wall that shackles them, the only way is to suck the spiritual power of others, but this kind of dark tomb bottom, and How many people will come here? How much spiritual power can they absorb?"

Xiaobin's eyes were bloodshot, "Do you know who are imprisoned here? It is those who desperately resist and resist death that have this honor to be imprisoned here. And those who have forgotten who they are, in the virtual In the world controlled by human beings, they please the lingering people and live their self-righteous life. But what they don’t know is that this is a good conspiracy played by virtual people. The best way to make people lose their fighting spirit and be obedient is to follow the example of Stockholm Syndrome to train human beings, and once you lose the courage to fight, then you will stay in this world forever and never want to go back.”

Xiao Chenmo's forehead was dripping with cold sweat. He couldn't imagine how these people who resisted desperately but ended up being imprisoned in stone statues spent such a long time. He also couldn't imagine what it would be like if he was trapped here for the rest of his life. Yes, even if it is freedom of movement.

"Don't sympathize with your enemies." Xiaobin's eyes were cold, and his tone was icy cold, "Once you show mercy, these vacant stone statues will be your cemetery in the future."

"I understand."

"That's right! Ognev, the father of the great intelligent machine, said: Treat the enemy as ruthlessly as winter."

This sentence was definitely not said by Ognev, but Xiao Chenmo couldn't remember who it came from, so he nodded in agreement.

"Let's go, let's go. Brother Wei and the others have already gone far."

Xiao Chenmo quickened his pace to catch up with the old Wei who had gone far away. There was a thick stone gate at the end of the tomb passage. Old Wei was looking up at the pattern on the stone gate carefully.

"Old Wei, is there something wrong with this door?"

Just as Xiaozun was about to press her hand on the stone door, Old Wei stopped her, "Don't move."

Xiaozun withdrew his hand.

"how?"

"It seems to be a little bit different, but I can't find what's wrong with it."

"Would you like to inject some spiritual power to investigate?"

Old Wei pondered for a while, "This is the only way."

He stretched out his hand, a small mass of spiritual power condensed on his fingertips, and was about to pour it into the stone gate.Finally arrived, Fuyun Jun who was thrown on the ground by Xiaobin like a torn sack struggled desperately to get away.The deadly tomb passage was full of huge echoes from its tossing, and Old Wei looked at it with frowned eyebrows.Seeing that Old Wei finally looked over, it blinked desperately, opening and closing its mouth as if it wanted to say something.

Old Wei flicked the spiritual power from his fingertips towards its forehead, "Speak quickly if you have something to say."

"beauty."

Everyone's foreheads jumped, and they all looked at Mr. Fuyun, who was not afraid of death.

"Spiritual power must not be injected into the Shimen of the Hundred Ghosts Path."

It turns out that this is not the path of the tomb, but the path of hundreds of ghosts. It seems that Mr. Fuyun still has some understanding of this place.

"Why can't you?" Xiaobin obviously didn't believe it, "Why don't you tell me?"

"Beauty, the spiritual power in your body is the cultivation of my immortal family, and the way of ghosts is an attribute of the ghost world."