I am invincible after I can read the file

Of course, it wasn't the wind that sang, but Jianghuai's flying speed was too fast, and the bowstring vibrated the air and produced a howling sound.

He had already destroyed six statue clones by using physics to destroy the hearth, and then obtained a debuff.

[debuff: Watching (what you do will receive more attention, the king of the domain is watching you)]

So with this debuff, when Jiang Huai was looking for the seventh clone, the other three clones nearby took the initiative to leave the stove and chose to attack him.

— that's one of the reasons the guy is walking around in the air right now.

It's not impossible for him to do one-on-one, but one-to-many is still a step-over-level spawning. In order to get rid of the "chasers" behind him, Jiang Huai even used the newly acquired footwork skill Liuyun Treading Snow, but the corresponding , His MP spiritual power is also rapidly decreasing, and he has to take drugs to withstand it.

What was even more frightening was that after just turning around the building a few times, there were new "chasers". However, seeing this scene, Jiang Huai secretly said "just right", he needs to draw out all the clones of the gods ——

While distracting the high-level puppet to demolish the houses of the villagers, on the other hand, he walked around above. When Jiang Huai arrived near the stage, he was followed by ten statues, almost all of which were full of blood.

And Jianghuai himself is a residual blood, barely hanging his life.

He suddenly found this scene very interesting.

"Sure enough, people still...seek excitement."

Exploring the unknown and pursuing excitement seem to be instincts, but Jiang Huai thought he had lost this instinct after acquiring the system.

He will bleed, but not in pain. In the copy, he can no longer die, just like being reborn infinitely to pursue the perfect ending where everyone is alive.

——It's not necessarily that Jiang Huai felt that he needed to save everyone.

Rather, compared to a fresh life, he thought that he had only paid the price of reading the file, and this price was placed on the same balance as life, so it seemed insignificant.

So he relied on the power of the prophet to correct errors again and again, and what he wanted to achieve in the end was perfection.

"Thinking", "communicating", "conducting fruitless searches", these are all a waste of time, because as long as he reads the file, he can directly grab the results without any "waste".

It's like walking in a maze, without taking any detours, getting the map directly, and walking to the end without missing a step.

So the word "stimulation" no longer exists in his life, because stimulation means walking with possible failures all the time.

Jiang Huai floats in mid-air, his pupils reflect the candle flames, at his height, all the idols are avatars, and the candle flames held by everyone's palms condense into a huge light cluster——

The idol was chasing him, like flames flying into his eyes.

The light of the whole world converged into his eyes.

JAC opened the [2020 Calendar], and the calendar flipped rapidly in the wind, time seemed to flow quickly, and it seemed that only a moment had passed.

It's raining.

He was smiling right now, and he didn't know why he was smiling.

The bean-sized raindrops slapped everything in this small world, and Liuyun stepped on the snow and rained. He passed all the gods chasing after him, just like a white eagle spreading its wings and falling from the sky .

All the candles tremble together!

Surrounded by statues, held by villagers, hung around the stage——

...all the candles flickered together.

And Jiang Huai looked up at the sky, and saw that the dark sky opened a cloudy yellow eye again.

That eye was staring straight at Jiang Huai himself.

He landed on the ground, and the candles went dark one by one.

The candles in the hands of the villagers were extinguished by the rain, but at the moment of extinguishing, a white mist rose from the candles, and the mist mixed with the rain. It was clear that the rain had not stopped, but standing in the rain and mist, it was impossible to see the surrounding situation clearly.

Only the continuous libretto from the stage mixed with the mist——

"I saw her answering shyly and thinking secretly... She was about to speak but her face turned red..."

This is not the libretto of "Beating Mandarin Ducks", but the Huangmei Opera "Beating Mandarin Ducks with Sticks". If beating mandarin ducks is a bloody criminal case, beating mandarin ducks with sticks is describing the relationship between men and women.

Jiang Huai frowned, and drew a circle around himself with the golden bird feather, intending to push away the surrounding villagers.

He smelled a fishy-sweet scent in the mist, but his perception seemed to be suppressed by the mist.

But when the bow was retracted, Jiang Huai saw the black grease stains on the bow.

——The fishy-sweet smell is even stronger.

Where did the avatar go?

The rain can extinguish the candles in the hands of ordinary villagers, but Jiang Huai doesn't think it can extinguish the power of the idol.

If it was that easy, you should be done by now.

"Dark clouds cover the sky and it's dark...the sky has thunderstorms again..."

The sound of opera seemed to come from all directions. The rain hit Jianghuai's bare skin. He suddenly dodged the attack from the front and jumped more than three meters. The white mist in front of him was blown by the strong wind for a moment. , Jiang Huai slightly widened his eyes.

He saw countless pairs of pitch-black arms reaching out to him from bottom to top.

It was the shape of a monster transformed by the villagers——

The body is mutilated, and the eyes may or may not be there, but at this time they are more complete than what they saw at night.

All "persons" raised their hands, each holding an unlit white candle.

"...in the fire... burnt to death?"

The monsters I saw in reading files again and again were pinched into various shapes like plasticine, but what I saw now seems to be their real posture.

Jiang Huai also saw Deputy Zhang and the smugglers, all raising their heads with dull eyes, mixed among a group of charred corpses.

When the wind blows, the fishy smell becomes stronger.

Jiang Huai thought, he should understand the source of the ghost king's power.

The fog was rolling, and only a faint light came from the direction of the stage. He stepped on the air and walked towards the stage, feeling that the eyes of the corpses below were all focused on him——

It is different from the majestic stage seen in the field, and it is also different from the stage that seems to be surrounded by light in the village. In front of you is a simple wooden table, and there is a TV with a blurry screen on the wooden table. Singing a song, the mist is slightly dispersed, the light source comes from the light of the TV, and a white candle erected on the small table in front of the table.

Directly opposite the TV is a low sofa.

Jiang Huai was standing in the sky, but he heard the sound of footsteps behind him, it was all the living people approaching here surrounded by the dead.

He turned his head and looked down slightly.

A person was sitting on the sofa, holding a pencil and a primary school homework book, memorizing something word by word.

Jiang Huai's eyesight is very good, he saw——

"This time Duo Chengjun helped me" was played on TV, and the other party remembered "This time Duo Chengjun helped me", the speed of handwriting was slow, especially when I was thinking while writing, as if I was hesitating about how to write the next word.

The sky suddenly lowered.

It was Jiang Huai who keenly felt that the eye in the sky had become bigger, as if the sky was squeezing downward.

He fell, and all the hands of the charred corpses stretched out towards him, even Ji Bai's hands... What is this guy doing for fun?

Jiang Huai took a step away and landed in front of the sofa.

The moment he stepped on the ground, the surrounding wind, fog, charred corpses, teammates, and stowaways all disappeared.

It's just that the sky was pressed down heavily, and about three meters above it turned into a ceiling with eyes open, and that eyeball was staring at Jianghuai without blinking.

The air was filled with a faint smell of incense candles, as if he had suddenly come from the rainy blue village to a room with only white candles and TV light as the light source, and there was another person in the room.

Now he could see the other man's face clearly.

It's not Mu Xinyi, nor Mu Ai, but there are some vague similarities with them, such as eyebrows and eyes, such as nose shape... She also raised her head and looked at Jiang Huai in surprise.

This is a young woman about 30 years old. Her appearance is not particularly beautiful, but she has a refreshing demeanor, which makes people can't help but get close to her.

Jiang Huai felt a slight soreness at the tip of his nose.

The woman spoke, and she said, "Why are you soaked all over? Did you go out in the rain?"

"Come here quickly," she took out a light green towel from the sofa, "I'll wipe it off for you."

The moment her voice fell, a window suddenly appeared in the dark closed room. The heavy rain beat against the window, and the scenery outside the window was blurred.

Jiang Huai still sat down.

The Huangmei Opera was still singing, babbling "Master~Miss~", the towel wiped his face, and the human temperature came through the towel.

The woman beside her was already chattering: "My surname is Xie, just call me sister, don't call me auntie, what's your name?"

"Jianghuai."

"Jianghuai...can I call you Huaihuai? Why are you here, separated from your family...have you come to my house?"

Jiang Huai was silent for a while, then whispered: "Well, I came to your house."

I became a child of your family... Grandmother.

The young grandma didn't seem surprised by his answer. After drying Jiang Huai's wet hair, the white candle had already burned a little.

Jiang Huai stared at the flickering candlelight and asked, "Why do you light white candles?"

He has realized that when he lights the white candle, he can see the grandma, but the red candle is the home of the "baby god".

The young woman said: "There is a sudden power outage at home, so just light it up, white candles are cheaper."

"Have you heard, there is a saying here... If someone in the family dies, lighting a white candle can illuminate his way home, but if I have such a day, I don't want anyone to light a white candle for me .”

Jiang Huai asked: "Why?"

"It's not pretty!" the woman said, "If I die someday, I don't want to see them all crying! How about lighting a big firecracker with [-] bangs... Ah! I'm sorry, I don't know how to answer I'll tell you more about it..."

The woman stretched out her hand to pluck his hair, she didn't care too much and said, "You are still young, kid, it has nothing to do with you whether you die or not."

Jiang Huai paused for a moment before replying: "...um."

"Do you like to listen to operas?" he asked again.

"I like it, I like to listen to it, I like to sing it, I like it all, I even wrote it myself, but no one sang after I wrote it—" She held her hands, "Let me tell you quietly, when I was ten years old, in the village I came to the theater troupe and left after only two days of singing. I asked someone to give me a try, and the other party was kind enough to let me pick up my clothes and sing for fun..."

"and after?"

"Later, my father chased me from the east of the village to the west of the village, threatening to break my legs, bah, he didn't dare at all, who would raise him after breaking my legs? I thought at the time, wait ten years , you old bastard will die sooner or later, and when my brothers and sisters get married, I can write and sing operas, don't need others to sing, I will act myself..."

The smile on the woman's face deepened, and she blinked at Jiang Huai: "Look, I'm only 26, and I still have a lot of time, what can I do?"

Only a third of the white candle was burned.

The singing would stop while they were talking, and would resume once the woman's attention was on the TV.

... She didn't seem to realize that this small world seemed to be changing every moment according to her will.

The rain and the window appeared outside. At first, there was no towel at all, but when she realized that Jiang Huai needed to dry off the rain on her face, a towel appeared behind her, as did the TV. When she lowered her head to write, the speed of the TV would change. slow.

Jiang Huai put his hands on his knees, sitting upright like a primary school student, the candle was burning slowly, and the wax dripped slowly——

"The candle is going to burn out," he said.

The woman froze for a moment and raised her head, but at this moment, the candle did not grow longer.

There is the only item in this small world that cannot be controlled by her, and that is the candle in front of her.

"Yeah..." she murmured, "It's going to burn out."

The surroundings were extremely quiet, they sat together, their pupils were filled with candlelight.

Instances, domains, main missions... It seems that they are all gone, and those are not important anymore, but Jiang Huai thinks this moment is very important.

Like, to make up for some of his shortcomings or something...

For example, to accompany... Finally...

The woman suddenly said, "Is there anything else you want to ask me? The candle is going to burn out."

Jiang Huai paused, took out the seed in the space, and said, "Do you know what kind of seed this is?"

It was clear that the light was no longer so bright, but the other party obviously saw it at a glance, and she smiled: "It's a peach tree seed, do you want to plant a peach tree too?"

"In our village, the peach trees are all grown by ourselves. Do you have any questions?"

Jiang Huai gritted his teeth and said, "Have you... ever hurt..."

He didn't think he could ask.

He organizes his words and thinks over his sentences, but he can't ask... Does the domain have anything to do with the old woman?Why is the grandma in the field?Why can I hear my grandmother's voice when I light a white candle?Why is the field related to the old woman, and the situation Jianghuai encountered may have been encountered by the old woman when she was young... Is it the old woman who hid the keys and seeds in the candle?

But... so many people died.

It takes many, many deaths to form a realm.

He didn't want to link all this with his family, not even with suspicion.

In reading files again and again, he actually had many opportunities to list out his doubts and tell about his grandmother. Even the "blue village" is green, and the grandmother likes green the most. These factors are also very important. But Jianghuai did not say.

Because of his selfishness, he didn't say anything, so he almost made up for it by reading the file again and again, and he was bound to save everyone and achieve a perfect ending.

If the grandma didn't harm anyone before she was alive, but turned into a ghost after death, then Jiang Huai must prevent this from happening, otherwise no matter who died, he would feel that it was his responsibility.

"Pfft," the old woman in front of me actually laughed out loud, "I didn't take the initiative to harm anyone."

The boy in her eyes was obviously relieved, as if he only needed to get this sentence to feel at ease, and he didn't even want to ask about the next content.

"But," when she spoke, she lowered her head and saw her own palm that suddenly changed from young and delicate to old, and also saw the old face in Jiang Huai's pupils opposite, her own face, "there is a child...she For me, many people may have been harmed, and I only knew this after I died."

Jiang Huai nodded: "I will definitely stop her!"

The old lady shook her head: "No, you have to leave here and live on."

She gently touched Jiang Huai's head, and looked at the boy with a confused expression in front of her eyes: "You just need to work hard to live, don't carry so many heavy things on your body."

"No," Jiang Huai said, "I just did what I could."

"Really?" But the old woman asked, "Then why don't you go forward?"

The light went out for a moment, then came back on again.

The candle is about to burn out.

Jiang Huai opened his mouth, feeling the slight wetness wrapping him again.

The scene in front of him was spinning rapidly, but there was a hand on his back, sending out a warm and reassuring force, and she said, "Go forward."

The life of the dead has come to an end, but the living should move on.

Before he could respond in time, the torrential rain poured down on his head.

——As the white candle burned out, Jianghuai returned to the rainy "Blue Village" again.

The moment he left, he seemed to hear a faint sigh: "So I... have no time."

The villagers still hold candles, but they are no longer the white candles seen in the white mist, but red candles, and they are no longer real monsters, but human-like and wearing masks, even in heavy rain Underneath, the candlelight was still beating, as if it was futile and futile for Jianghuai to modify the date and rainstorm.

No, he looked up and saw the sky that was getting closer and closer. Now the dark sky has completely collapsed, and the visual distance is less than [-] meters, and Jiang Huai is stepping on the stage——

It is the majestic, radiant stage in the inner realm.

He turned his back to the stage and faced everyone in front of him, like a criminal being judged on a high platform.

There are a lot of people here, a lot of light, a lot of rain, and everyone wears masks, whether they are people on or off the stage, only Jianghuai has no masks.

Behind all the masks lies a malevolent, scrutinizing gaze.

The eyes in the sky are also looking... They seem to be observing him!

Jianghuai is full of blood and mana, and his arrows have recovered to 10+, but he feels that he seems to have missed some important information...it seems to be...

[Mission description: ... find the deceased and prove that he is not the murderer. 】

Prove yourself...not a murderer! ?

Suddenly, there was a burst of high-pitched screams——

All the masks, all the performers, all the idols... the whole world screamed, as if it had finally found its enemy, as if everything had a purpose.

Those angry voices all rushed in the direction of Jianghuai, they squeezed the surrounding air, saying:

"You killed... you... motherfucker, Taotao... you are going to kill... you!"

The author has something to say: the countdown to orz clearance, because many cuties said that this dungeon is a bit difficult, I may go back and repair the details QWQ

The libretto quoted in this chapter is the original sentence of the Huangmei Opera "Battle the Mandarin Duck".