Forces of Temptation

Nanjixing knew that he was waiting for someone.

He should not have set the fire, because he had an ax in his hand.

There is no easier and more convenient tool for breaking the stakes that hold the chains of bridge cables.

The ax can control the timing of cutting the bridge cable more precisely, but the fire cannot.

He didn't need to set things on fire to make it superfluous.

Then he was securing access, waiting for someone to come.

However, what about people?

What about the person who was supposed to come back here with me?

Nanjixing was very anxious and looked back frequently.

Didn't Nan Zhou run out?

He walked back and forth anxiously on the branch of the tree for two times, and after he almost cut off the branch with his claws unconsciously, he simply slipped down the trunk and squatted under the tree.

Believe in Nanzhou's ability, wait here, so as not to pass him by and get lost?

Or, do you want to go back and save him?

Nanjixing's eyes are full of Nanzhou's blood stained on the statue of the Virgin Mary.

He shook his head violently, suppressing the panic in his heart, and began to think.

Going back, he wasn't sure if he could help.

He only has a half-knowledge of what happened in this dungeon, and if he went there, it might be a disservice.

Especially after seeing the traces of fatal wounds on the corpses that were obviously caused by Nan Zhou, Nan Jixing felt that if he acted rashly, it was very likely to have a counterproductive effect.

Looking back to find Nanzhou, countless possibilities will be extended, each of which leads to the unpredictable unknown realm of Nanjixing.

The river boat at the other end of the bridge is the only accurate coordinate system for Nanzhou.

As long as Nan Zhou is alive, he will definitely come here.

... It's just that the bridge is about to break.

The tongue of fire like a red snake greedily licked the bridge body, and the moisture in the wood was quickly squeezed out, and a few pieces of wood that had shrunk and loosened after being baked fell horizontally from the trembling iron chains that were burned.

The sound of planks falling was deafening.

The sound of planks falling into the water and rocky beaches is barely audible.

The burnt crumbling bridge added a bit of dilapidation.

The dark gray smoke blurred Jiang Fang's figure.

A gust of mountain wind blew, the smoke retreated, and the flames were grand.

Although Nanjixing is a data creature, it is still a creature, and the data implanted the instinctive fear that belongs to the creature.

He is afraid of fire.

He couldn't take Jiang Fang's perspective, but when he thought of being in that small sea of ​​flames with him, even though he was separated by a hundred meters, Nan Jixing was still scorched by a fake heat, as if his hair was all over his body. As if curled up.

Jiang Fang didn't notice the existence of Nanjixing.

He just stood there quietly, as if he regarded himself as a piece of porcelain in a kiln and subjected to fire forging.

Nanjixing is still in between advance and retreat, it is difficult to choose.

The amount of information flow in a short period of time completely exceeds the load that the brain capacity of a sugar glider should have.

For a moment, he had a splitting headache and stomped his front paws angrily.

In private, his plan to transform into a human has been brewing for a long time.

Human brains are better than mouse brains.

Nanjixing planned to turn into a human one day, scaring Nanzhou, but not today.

Now, on the contrary, this small body less than half the size of a palm is more convenient to move around.

Nan Jixing hesitated for a long time with his paws raised, then he simply ran up the tree and chose to go in the direction of Jiangfang.

He couldn't rely on his brain, so he went to borrow Jiang Fang's.

Perhaps, he can point himself in a direction.

Whether to go or stay, it is better than staying here and being helpless!

However, when he reached the tree closest to the suspension bridge and was about to jump down from the canopy, a team member ran up from behind Jiang Fang.

Nan Jixing, who was full of hesitation, was suddenly overjoyed.

There are still people alive!

But the team member looked panicked and almost mad: "Brother Jiang, did Brother Nan come—"

With his back turned to him, Jiang Fang replied, "No."

His voice was mixed with the scorching sound of the flames, making it seem extraordinarily deserted.

"That……"

The team members gasped, hesitated to speak, and turned their attention to the suspension bridge that had been completely engulfed by the fire dragon.

"—— until when?"

Jiang Fang answered smoothly: "Wait until he comes back."

The team member's face was livid: "Brother Jiang, do you know who came back?!"

Jiang Fang turned his back to him: "I can see it."

The team member choked, and looked at the other side from a distance: "Brother Jiang, it's not that I don't believe you, can you really recognize it?"

Jiang Fang didn't speak.

This seems to fuel the anger of the players even more.

He raised his voice, and his face was a little distorted: "Didn't you say that you would take us home? Didn't you say that you would let us survive? You—"

Jiang Fang glanced at him.

A very quick and light look, and there is no extra emotion.

Immediately, he lifted the handle of the ax in his palm and adjusted it to the most convenient position for applying force.

His movements were unhurried and quite gentle.

Therefore, when he raised the ax and dropped it, it was extremely unexpected.

A line of blood from that team member's neck splashed with the silver light falling.

The blood was thrown into the fire, making the color of the fire become weird and hideous in an instant.

The flames dwindled for a moment, then jumped into the air again.

The team member's throat was cut off by Jiang Fang's axe, and his head was about to fly out along the axe's edge.

Jiang Fang pressed his hair with the palm of his hand extremely gently, and stabilized his head for him.

Jiang Fang supported his head with one hand, put the back of the ax against his waist with the other, and laid down the corpse with half of its throat cut off and bleeding profusely.

Following the fall, when he knelt down in front of the corpse on one knee, Jiang Fang's eyes were swayed by the fire.

Jiang Fang spoke softly to the corpse: "Look, I recognize it."

When Jiang Fang stood up again, half of his face was splashed with reddish-brown liquid.

He casually raised his right shoulder and wiped away the blood, but when he turned his head, he noticed something.

He raised his eyes to the tree where the South Pole Star was hiding.

Nan Jixing was hiding behind a huge green leaf, his small chest heaved and fell, and the hair on his chest and back exploded.

He remembered a very crucial question.

Before this, he hadn't thought about it at all.

He remembered that Jiang Fang had a very serious fear of heights.

As long as he gets close to a place with a height difference of more than 20 meters, he will feel chest tightness and shortness of breath, and his heartbeat will speed up.

Nan Jixing usually comes out to play and has explored this suspension bridge.

The difference between up and down is a hundred meters.

Jiang Fang was obviously in the church east of the bridge all the time, and even every time he handed over supplies, he would stand more than ten meters away from the suspension bridge and never approached.

So, how on earth did he get across that drawbridge?

……

Nan Jixing's storytelling ability is indeed not very good.

He uses the most basic vocabulary, but fortunately, the scenes are clear and the plot is heart-warming.

After hearing such weird things, Li Yinhang couldn't help getting goose bumps all over his body.

She scratched her itchy arm: "So, how did he get there?"

...Why would he kill his teammates so simply?

Nan Jixing said: "I can't figure it out."

He acted like a baby out of habit: "You help me too—"

Halfway through the speech, he immediately sensed that something was wrong, so he deliberately lowered his tone, and said coldly, "...Think about it."

Li Yinhang rubbed his chin: "Tell me, what kind of copy is that?"

Nan Jixing moved closer: "I only know the general situation..."

The two people, who were not particularly smart, met head to head to study the weird copy.

In contrast, the communication between the two people separated by a wall was much smoother.

Jiang Fang said succinctly: "When we passed the copy, something went wrong."

Nan Zhou lay on his arm, quietly listening to his story.

"What kind of trouble?" he asked.

"To put it simply...we met two lunatics." Jiang Fang put one arm behind his head and turned his head to look at him with regret, "We should have killed them all at first."