Forces of Temptation

Looking at the little man hanging on his scalp, holding his arms and legs as shy as a ginseng fruit, Li Yinhang's scalp became numb.

Looking at Wei Chenghua's fragmented state, he is basically dead, and there is not much controversy.

Li Yinhang's imagination was brought to the extreme for a while, and he uncontrollably thought of various possibilities.

What was it that confronted them just now?

Nanzhou didn't think so much.

He felt his head was a little heavy, squatting on the ground, his body seemed to fall forward a little bit, his eyes were full of fog, and he was dreaming.

This feeling of slightly losing control of his body was a little strange to him.

When he was doused by the full moon, he felt a hundred times more uncomfortable than now.

"Eternal Day" once created a proprietary romantic term to describe his fear of the moon, "drunken moon".

He had rarely experienced this kind of "drunken moon" syndrome with mild symptoms before, so it was unavoidably novel.

Nan Zhou even raised his head to confirm.

It was a bright white sun outside, and there was no full moon.

Li Yinhang thought that he was thinking about the origin of the villain, and didn't want to disturb him, when he saw Nan Zhou staggeringly got up, and took two steps in the direction of Jiang Fang like a little penguin.

Jiang Fang seemed to be aware of his abnormality, and took the initiative to greet him, holding his body upright.

There is a slight difference in the height fit between the two, reaching full marks at this time.

Nan Zhou hung his blood-stained hand by his side, consciously buried his head on Jiang Fang's shoulder, and unconsciously rubbed it twice.

Li Yinhang: "..."

She turned her head away, gave a dry cough, and stroked her hair.

If it wasn't for the miser's nature, she would really like to put that [existence zero device] on her head at this moment.

Jiang Fang didn't speak, but first put the back of his hand on Nan Zhou's forehead.

It was hot as expected.

Wei Chenghua had eaten up more than half of Nan Zhou's energy, even though it was considered to be returned to its original owner, it was still a great loss to him.

Coupled with the fact that the succubus state is going online at the speed of light and then going offline at the speed of light, and his shoulder is pierced by someone, he can last until now before showing weakness, which is quite tolerable.

Li Yinhang came over.

She quickly understood that this was not a show of affection.

Seeing Nan Zhou suffering so much, she couldn't help but think of Su Meiying who had escaped, and half-annoyed: "It's cheaper for her."

Jiang Fang said lightly, "It's not cheap."

Li Yinhang still wanted to ask something, but seeing the storm brewing under his calm eyes, he immediately shut his mouth knowingly.

Jiang Fang hugged Nan Zhou's knees, hugged him in his arms, and selected bedrooms with a good rest and ventilation environment one by one.

...How should I put it, it's like traveling.

In fact, this bungalow is decorated first-class, and all the decorations are elegant and heavy with the Europa style of the eighteenth century. It is very practical and comfortable.

It's just that no one is in the mood to think about where to sleep well in the chicken eating venue.

Fortunately, Jiang Fang has learned what enjoyment is during his long life of profligacy and wandering.

He is carefully choosing a haven for his fairy-tale friend to rest for a while.

Nan Zhou hiding in his arms: "I can walk."

Even in the "drunken moon" state, he can act.

It can also break people's necks.

Jiang Fang: "I know."

Even knowing, there is no sign of letting go.

It's not that Nan Zhou hates being hugged by him like this, so he maintained this posture and continued to talk to him: "Su Meiying..."

Jiang Fang glanced at Nan Zhou, with a bit of coldness and nervousness lurking in his warm eyes: "We won't mention her."

Nan Zhou was not afraid of him, and asked openly, "I want to know what you did to her."

Jiang Fang: "It's just a curse prop. It's similar to what she did to you."

Just as Nanzhou chased the group of people to the ground, the item rewards they got in [Brain Invasion] arrived in the account.

Jiang Fang was just deceiving her for a moment, hitting her with the cursed engraving.

After that, no matter what Su Meiying did, she would be dead.

Then why did I have to do inappropriate things in front of Nan Zhou?

Jiang Fang's idol burden is heavier than the Nan Zhou in his arms multiplied by three.

Walking all the way, talking all the way, Jiang Fang finally picked out a good suite.

Not only is the comfort first-class, but the soft king-size bed for rest is located in another room deep in the suite.

If a player wants to hack through the door, there is a large buffer zone.

If the player does not take the usual path and intends to break through the wall, judging from the structure of the house that Jiang Fang quickly sketched in his mind, both sides of the suite are close to the corridor.

At that time, they also have room to break and escape.

In fact, there were almost no people who dared to trouble Nanzhou and the others.

At present, the number of survivors in the bungalow has reached single digits, without exception, all of them have been chased and killed by Nanzhou, leaving a psychological shadow.

He vividly interpreted what is meant by "[-] of you have been surrounded by me alone".

Jiang Fang lowered his eyes and quietly looked at Nan Zhou's flushed cheeks in his arms: "I'm home."

Nan Zhou thought in a daze that he seemed to have arrived home a long time ago.

It took Jiang Fang a little effort to peel off the warm Nan Zhou from his body and cover him with a quilt.

Nanzhou, who was forcibly kicked out of his imaginary beautiful homeland, was a little unhappy.

Jiang Fang, who had sensed his emotions, made a remedy in time, stuffed his hands into the quilt, and hooked his fingertips.

Li Yinhang went to the bathroom in the bedroom and twisted two handles of cold hand towels, and wiped Nan Zhou's hands clean at once, to cool down Nan Zhou physically, and to look for regular ones in the store. Antipyretics, very busy.

The current discomfort is not enough to overcome Nanzhou's curiosity.

He asked, "You don't care about that villain's affairs?"

When Nanzhou found the villain hidden in the hair, he noticed that Jiang Fang's brows furrowed.

However, he didn't take a closer look at such a weird thing worth exploring, but just stood quietly outside the pool of blood, thinking about his thoughts.

Looking at Nan Zhou's face, the vortex in Jiang Fang's heart gradually returned to calm.

He gently massaged Nan Zhou's palm with his fingertips: "I only care about you."

Nan Zhou still looked back at Jiang Fang, his eyes were very clean, and it fell directly into Jiang Fang's heart like snow.

Jiang Fang couldn't stand being looked at by him like this, so he bent down helplessly and kissed the corner of Nan Zhou's lips: "I'll tell you when you rest well."

Nan Zhou didn't give up: "It can be a bedtime story."

Jiang Fang smiled: "Does that mean that as long as I talk about it, Teacher Nanzhou can take a serious rest?"

I have to say that Jiang Fang is a good storyteller.

After getting Nanzhou's approval, Jiang Fang's first words easily aroused people's desire to find out: "I know what that thing is. Because it has been used on me before."

Li Yinhang was dumbfounded: "Huh?"

Nan Zhou looked at him eagerly, waiting for the next sentence, blinking his eyes.

It was obviously a cold and clear face, but Jiang Fang could see endless fun and joy in it.

Sitting beside Nan Zhou, Jiang Fang spoke to him in a gentle voice: "Do you remember what Yi Shuige said, I am the only survivor after an accident in the game "Gravity"?"

"But at that time, at least hundreds of people were trapped in the game."

"In order to survive, I have a team of my own."

"We're being thrown into replicas without interruption."

"In the beginning, those dungeons were the dungeons that came with "Gravity". We would have a death rate, but because we are familiar with the dungeon plot and related situations, the death rate is not high."

Li Yinhang nodded.

"Gravity" game accidents are rampant, and more than 300 players in the national server fell into a deep coma at the same time, which has already become a well-known social incident.

Even if she doesn't play games, as a deep user of the Internet, she can still see numerous reports and discussions on various print media and online media.

During the early stages of the accident, players who fell into a deep coma continued to die in the hospital.

The respirators were pulled out one after another.

Soon, the number of dead players climbed to 172, more than half of them.

But for a considerable period of time after that, the statistical line of the death rate began to gradually become smoother.

Every now and then, one or two players will still die, but the speed of death has slowed down significantly.

She remembered that the peak of death suddenly climbed again about two months after the accident.

Prior to this, the vital signs of all unconscious players leveled off.

In other words, death comes suddenly and without warning.

In this regard, any medical experts and scholars are helpless, and even cannot find a reasonable explanation at all.

And the witnesses of the incident are explaining the seemingly strange and illogical things in the real world: "...until later, we began to encounter original copies."

That is to say, original copies like [Xiao Ming's Daily Life], [Sand, Sand, Sand], and [Brain Invasion].

Nanzhou made a precise summary: "So, this is a game test?"

The person who controls all this behind the scenes first put these 300 frogs into the "warm water" like a normal copy of "Gravity" experimentally, and slowly heated them up.

Frogs that could not adapt to the water temperature died in the water.

The ones that survive are frogs that have evolved claws and hard skin.

When the frogs got used to the water temperature, the operators raised the water temperature again.

Jiang Fang nodded, approving Nan Zhou's judgment.

"At the beginning, the rules of the game were completely different from what they are now."

"First of all, there is no limit on the number of people in the team like now."

"My team consisted of 19 people. Later, adding battle damage, it gradually became 12 people. After that, there were no more casualties for quite a long time."

The other two did not ask where the "19 people" were going.

Because when they met Jiang Fang in the game, he was already alone.

The answer is self-evident and too hurtful.

Jiang Fang continued: "Of course there are disadvantages of having too many people. It is easy to have conflicts of opinion. Moreover, at the critical moment of life and death, we can't take care of everything."

"But in that environment, everyone's primary goal is to stay alive, and this is the biggest benefit of being in a group."

"The more people there are, the more props they can get, and the greater the possibility of surviving."

Nan Zhou thought for a while, then said with a slightly hoarse voice: "So later, in the current game, they introduced a team limit of up to 5 people, and also set up a 'Wishing Pool'?"

Li Yinhang: "..." She felt that her thinking was not as sharp as that of a patient with a fever.

But when she regurgitated Nan Zhou's words carefully, the hair on the back of Li Yinhang's neck instantly stood on end.

This intention is not so sinister.

They limit the number of players in the game and open up other possibilities for players who participate in the game besides being "alive".

When "living" is no longer the only goal, it fundamentally eliminates the possibility of establishing in-depth cooperation between players.

After all, in life, who does not have desires and regrets?

When desires conflict, there is no better solution than competition.

Jiang Fang said: "Second. When the game first started, there was no PVP mode."

"We are used to playing PVE, so when we were matched with a real player for the first time, most of them were very excited. ... until the system reminded us that we were going to kill each other."

When Jiang Fang made the statement, his attitude was quite calm.

No one knows if he ever broke down or suffered from this incident.

When Li Yinhang shuddered, Nan Zhou grabbed Jiang Fang's hand, put his fingertips on his pulse, and quietly read his heartbeat.

Jiang Fang replied with a gentle smile, and continued to provide information: "Third, in addition to retaining the original prop system of "Gravity", they introduced new props."

"'Answer' is the first batch of self-created props I encountered in a PVP."

Jiang Fang was quite impressed.

The monster hidden in Wei Chenghua's hair should be a derivative of "Answer".

The name seems to have little to do with its function.

But "Answer" is actually a poem.

Vileness is the passport of the vile.

Noble is the epitaph of the noble.

at the same time.

At the other end of the bungalow.

Su Meiying's hot body did not decrease but increased, and gradually reached the point of being unbearable.

She felt as if she was being burned all over, and a large amount of water in her body evaporated.

Gradually, flakes of skin began to slide down her cheeks.

She, who has always loved beauty, looked at her face on the glass that was gradually sunken and deformed like sand, and thought it was just a bad illusion.

Until she touched her cheek, and touched the snow-white crumbs.

After realizing what happened, she suddenly fell into a utter madness.

Jiang Fang cursed her!

He looked at himself calmly and let her fly away, he was letting her go away from life step by step!

Aware of her impending terrible fate, Su Meiying wished she had wings and flew back to Jiang Fang, killing him with one blow and ending the curse.

But all her props were almost consumed due to the frantic help from the outside just now.

Including the hang glider that saved her life.

She had no choice but to hold the [One-key help audience outside the stadium], and as if going crazy, according to her memory, she ran towards the place she came from on foot.

It's just that her body can't wait for anyone anymore.

Her skin quickly lost its moisture and became like a sandy skin, slowly hanging on her cheekbones.

She is like an apple stuffed into a juicer, after a rough whirl, only the pomace that was sifted through the strainer remains.

And this painful desertification has not stopped.

Su Meiying could clearly feel the pain of corrosion penetrating deep into the bones.

She frantically ran to where she came from.

The head-on wind gnawed away at her and peeled her off bit by bit.

She turned her head and saw clearly that her body was being left behind a little bit by herself.

This kind of visual impact and fear is enough to drive anyone crazy.

Su Meiying is no exception.

She had lost her way, and ran away with a hiss, like a desperate little beast that had lost its destination.

When her body, which had already been half-sandified, ran past an open window, a gust of mountain wind between the cliffs instantly blew her legs into fine powder and quicksand, turning them into a fine, small sandstorm. , hitting her face and body.

Everything seemed to have a slow-motion effect in her eyes.

Until her torso fell heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

She rolled over in pain and wanted to scream.

But her dehydrated vocal cords were no longer able to support her making any sound.

She scratched the cracks of the floor in vain, and the water from her body leaked out quickly.

Su Meiying realized belatedly that she seemed to be really dying.

Just when she was dying, a pink-haired girl appeared vaguely in front of her eyes, standing in one place, with her hips on her hips, furious at Wei Chenghua.

"Old Wei!" She yelled at Wei Chenghua with her arms akimbo, "With so many mouths, how many dungeons do we have to download?! How many times have we said that we will bring back newcomers who seem valuable!"

Wei Chenghua didn't look like the giant tower she was used to seeing now, he was just a big man who had served as a soldier and had a good temper.

He lowered his head and looked helplessly at Su Meiying who lost his temper, as if looking at his younger sister who died young: "Practice more, it will always be valuable."

Su Meiying, who was lying on the ground, blinked her eyelashes covered with her own skin debris.

First of all... what does it look like?

Su Meiying vaguely remembered that although she had a bad temper, it didn't seem that bad.

As the first group of people who were drawn into "Gravity", "Zhaohui" established the Garden of Eden to attract newcomers little by little.

They squatted at several commonly used player pick-up points to take away those desperate new players who had been intimidated by the pick-up person, experienced hypoxia, and less food.

Old Wei is very smart. He said that although the system stipulates that 5 people are required to form a team, they can pull up 20 groups of 5 and train them slowly.

Of course, their kindness is not without purpose.

This is not only human nature, but also an appropriate and real emotional investment.

If we build a good relationship, we can communicate with each other.

Whoever wants to do the task can choose more good props from the public warehouse to increase the possibility of survival.

Even if only one team can win in the end, as long as everyone works together to build a good relationship and build trust, then in the end, all the other people who died in the game can be brought back with just one person making a wish.

Su Meiying has the innocence and selfishness of a little girl.

She prefers good-looking newcomers, she just likes to talk to them, flirt with them, and both men and women like to make a few jokes.

At that time, everyone liked her very much.

Standing in the asylum base for newcomers that she had built, she was full of vigor and expectation.

Just like their team name, "Zhaohui".

The morning sun and the evening are cloudy, and the weather is myriad.

Although the sunrise in "Gravity" is the most perfect sunrise that has been carefully set and rendered, everyone knows that it is fake.

She thought, after everyone went out together, we would go to watch the sunrise together.

...So, what is going wrong?

Su Meiying opened her eyes wide, thinking hard, thinking hard.

In a dungeon with high difficulty, Su Meiying helped a dying player.

In order to express his gratitude, he took out all the props on his body and asked Su Meiying to choose three at will.

After Su Meiying thanked him superficially, she took away all his only two S-level props and one A-level prop, without being polite at all.

Afterwards, she found out that one of the S-level props was named [Answer], and it looked like a bottle of pills similar to vitamins, no more, no less, five tablets in total.

The function description is very strange, there are only two vague words.

"You guys, do you want your own victory?"

"Please give your answer."

She pulled up her think tank to serve as her adviser.

It just so happens that no one in the group of five likes to read poetry, and they don't know that "Answer" is a poem, let alone the meaning behind it.

Seeing that the medicine was just five pills, and the description seemed very positive, Su Meiying suggested to take it and try it.

If eating it wins, why not?

When there are good things like this, she still subconsciously prefers her own people.

Wei Chenghua kept an eye out and prevented other people from taking risks. He swallowed a slice with water first, saying that he would make a copy and see the situation.

As a result, they drew an extremely simple dungeon and passed the level perfectly with a completion rate of 95%.

Wei Chenghua's body didn't seem to have any problems either.

The other four felt relieved, and took the pills one after another with good expectations.

Even if it's a long-term lucky item.

Just like that, out of a little bit of greed, a little bit of attachment to their wishes, they swallowed [Answer].

Just like Adam and Eve ate the apple under the temptation of the snake.

No one knows what the real price will be.

The good thoughts in their hearts were shrunk into dry little people, with their arms and legs curled up, hidden in their hair, and became lonely and unknown epitaphs.

And the strong desire to win, magnified infinitely, has become a pass for the despicable.

Such changes are silent and unstoppable.

...Just like Su Meiying's collapse now.

It wasn't until her body was about to die that her spirit hidden in her hair returned to her body.

However, she was too late to do anything.

The kind-hearted pink-haired girl who appeared in her near-death vision stood behind the malicious girl who suggested that the "Garden of Eden" newcomers go to the "Colosseum" and shouted with all her strength, wanting Discourage naive newcomers.

Don't go, don't trust me.

But there was nothing she could do.

The newcomers who were given a helping hand all trusted Su Meiying and "Zhaohui" unconditionally.

She could only shrink back in the dark, dark hair, tried her best, trembling, and shed a tear.

The person in charge of her body was unaware of this, and only thought that a drop of rain fell from the sky.

Before the body completely dissipated under the influence of the curse, the last thought that flashed into Su Meiying's mind was: why.

Why did the man who was rescued by me have [Answer] in his hand, no more, no less, just five.

The author has something to say:

"Answer" Bei Dao

Despicable is the pass of the despicable,

Noble is the epitaph of the noble,

Look, in the gilded sky,

Floating with the curved reflection of the dead.

The ice age has passed,

Why are Bing Ling everywhere?

The Cape of Good Hope has been found,

Why are thousands of sails competing in the Dead Sea?

I came into this world,

With only paper, rope and figure,

In order to before the trial,

Read out the voices that have been sentenced.

Tell you, world

I do not believe!

Even if there are a thousand challengers under your feet,

Then count me as one thousand and one.

I don’t believe the sky is blue,

I don’t believe in Ray’s echo,

I don’t believe that dreams are fake,

I don't believe in death without retribution.

If the ocean is destined to break its dyke,

Just let all the bitter water pour into my heart,

If the land is destined to rise,

Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.

New opportunities and shining stars,

The sky is full of unobstructed.

That's 5000 years of hieroglyphics,

Those are the eyes of people in the future.