Forces of Temptation

There are 16 pages in total.

Just now, amidst the dizzying situation, Nan Zhou insisted on counting the seconds in his heart.

About 77 seconds passed before the book regained its memory and returned to its original state.

Using the previous recovery time when a single page was torn as a reference, it can be calculated that after the book is destroyed, it takes about 5 seconds to recover each page.

Nan Zhou closed the page in his palm.

So far, he has collected enough information.

Then, all he needs is to wait.

When the time is right, Jiangfang will naturally send out a signal.

Looking at Nan Zhou's actions just now, combined with Nan Zhou's and Jiang Fang's vague conversation before, Li Yinhang finally roughly constructed their plan in his mind.

——It turned out to be like this.

No wonder Jiang Fang chose to stay outside.

No wonder Nan Zhou said to Jiang Fang, "I can do it, but you may not."

This was obviously a plan that only a lunatic would make, but it was decided by the two of them immediately without any doubt.

That's crazy, and the most efficient, fast, and convenient way to get through customs.

She pursed her lips, not trying to interfere with their plans with words like "seek stability" and "Gou Yibo".

She just stayed by Nan Zhou's side, and amidst his panting, she seriously responded to the homework assigned to her by Teacher Nan: "By the way, I found one more thing, I don't know if it's useful—"

Nan Zhou looked at her, with a hint of encouragement in his cold eyes.

Li Yinhang: "I found—"

……

Half an hour flies by.

The tin soldiers standing against the wall started to move again in twos and threes, kicking forward and filing into the labyrinth of bookshelves, launching a new round of patrolling.

Jiang Fang's eyes were tightly locked on the chessboard, closely observing the movements of the black and white twins.

The black army had already been killed for three full rounds.

The white army is still galloping recklessly, beheading to its heart's content.

The white army is approaching the city, and the sound of triumphant singing can be heard.

Heizi Wangcheng, whose eight pieces cannot move, is in jeopardy, the line of soldiers shrinks, and it is once again on the verge of collapse.

Under the advantage of almost riding on the face, White's chess moves became more and more arrogant.

White's king stepped out of the protective circle arrogantly, encroaching on Black's territory wantonly.

Jiang Fang calculated the chess move step by step in his heart.

In his eyes, it was a game of chess.

In my heart is another game of chess that is five moves away.

He had a hunch.

This round will achieve the ideal situation he envisioned.

Sure enough, Bai Zi presumptuously took Wang one step forward, and stopped at the position Jiang Fang had been staring at for a long time.

With the slap of Luo Zi, Jiang Fang's heart was shaken, and his heartstrings were tensed in an instant.

He finally had the opportunity he had been waiting for.

But just when the tin soldiers started patrolling and Nanzhou and the others started to hide——

But Jiang Fang didn't hesitate for a moment.

He said that he believed in Nanzhou.

Almost as soon as Bai Zi fell, Jiang Fang rushed straight towards the direction of the bookshelf maze.

Without making any detours or detours at all, he kicked down the bookcase at the exit.

The bookcases are not very far from each other.

His kick was like knocking down the first domino.

He had followed the rules for a long time, but was completely broken by this kick.

The book that belongs to it and has been extremely quiet has started a gluttonous feast without warning.

The pages of the book rattled against his fingertips.

As if he was chewing, tasting, and reminiscing about his story, he was gobbling and hungry.

But soon, it has indigestion.

The speed at which the pages devoured the story could not even keep up with the speed at which Jiang Fang violated the rules.

The seven bookshelves collided sharply and fell down one after another.

When the seventh bookshelf crashed to the ground, because the first and second restrictions were broken continuously and simultaneously, the book swallowed his memory until he was 14 years old.

Jiang Fang rushed towards the interior of the bookshelf that had been roughly opened a gap!

The nearest group of patrolling tin soldiers suddenly heard a strange noise behind them, raised their spears, and when they were about to turn around, Jiang Fang had already rushed to their side.

Jiang Fang stepped on the head of a tin soldier who was about to turn back, pressed down on the side bookcase with one hand, jumped up with his strength, jumped over a book with his whole body, and pushed hard——

The whole shelf of books collapsed, burying all the tin soldiers under the books.

……

And Nanzhou and the others did not disappoint Jiang Fang's trust.

When the tin soldiers started patrolling, Nanzhou and the others had already moved to the bookshelf near the exit.

Hearing the sudden noise resounding in the library, Li Yinhang was still shocked despite his preparations: "What—"

Before she could say anything, Nan Zhou's figure moved like a cat, jumped to the top of the nearest bookcase, spotted the place where the bookshelf was overturned, tiptoed, and rushed towards the chaotic place.

Li Yinhang also quickly restrained his mind and followed closely.

……

On the way to meet Nan Zhou, Jiang Fang's memory was rapidly draining from his body.

On the contrary, the books in his arms, memory and weight are increasing rapidly.

Soon, the memory stored in the book fast forwarded to his.

In Jiang Fang's memory, there was content related to chess.

There are bishops, chariots, knights, and praetorian guards.

In that memory, there is a complete chess game.

For these pawn souls who love fresh stories about themselves, this is the perfect book.

In an instant, eight transparent souls scattered on all sides of the maze rushed out from the bookshelf in the maze, and greedily rushed towards the book in Jiang Fang's arms!

This is the plan of Nanzhou and Jiangfang.

Instead of looking for chess pieces, let the chess pieces come to them on their own initiative!

However, as soon as the first step of the plan was completed, a sudden change occurred!

As soon as the eight souls gathered in Jiang Fang's hands, a group of nearby tin soldiers rushed over upon hearing the sound.

Jiang Fang, who had no cover behind him, was instantly exposed to the eyes of the five tin soldiers at the same time!

The memory of five years was forcibly stripped from his memory again.

It contains all his happy and painful memories.

Contains all the information about why he became Jiang Fang.

Due to the short-term loss of a large amount of memory, Jiang Fang's will appeared a little confused and shaken.

He began to forget who he really was.

Why are you here?

Why……

He took a quick step and hid beside the nearest book shelf.

The scorching air exhaled from the nasal cavity was somewhat disordered.

Instinctively, he protected the book in his hand.

He can't go too far.

He wants to circle around and deliver the book to——

...Leave it to, who's coming?

The loss of previous memories caused a serious break in his logical chain.

This confusion clouded his judgment.

Amidst the severe tinnitus, he suddenly heard a crisp female voice from more than ten meters away: "There is someone here! Someone is chasing me!"

Attracted by this cry, the three tin soldiers rushed forward with spears.

In the next second, the sound of extremely light footsteps approached above Jiang Fang's head.

Jiang Fang looked up, but was too late to catch his figure.

The figure fell straight down from the top of the bookshelf, grabbed the heads of the two remaining tin soldiers who were trying to approach Jiang Fang, and slammed into the center——

Those two heads were smashed into a pile of scruff metal that was inseparable.

Nan Zhou threw down the heads of two broken tin soldiers, and rushed to Jiang Fang's side under the strong discomfort caused by breaking the rules, reaching for the book in his palm.

It took less than 30 seconds for Jiangfang to start making a commotion and for Nanzhou to rush to Jiangfang's side.

However, the current Jiang Fang is falling into the sense of confusion caused by rapid amnesia, unable to extricate himself.

Seeing Nan Zhou attacking him, Jiang Fang's first reaction was to attack.

He grabbed Nan Zhou's hand that was stretched out to the book, turned his wrist violently, and made a bone cracking sound from Nan Zhou's arm.

Nanzhou quickly sensed that Jiang Fang was in a bad mood, and he didn't want to hurt him. As soon as his toes touched the ground, he jumped up lightly through the wooden lattice on the side bookshelf, and his legs clamped Jiang Fang's arm and one shoulder tightly.

His inner thigh muscles and waist suddenly exerted strength, twisting Jiang Fang into the messy books on the floor.

He reached out again, trying to snatch the book in which the souls of the eight chess pieces had gathered in his hand.

Unexpectedly, after being attacked, Jiang Fang's self-defense reaction was not slow at all.

He rolled over and broke free from Nan Zhou's control. The arm holding the book locked Nan Zhou's throat horizontally.

At the same time, he used his knee to forcefully open the seam of his leg, and exerted strength with his leg and hand, breaking Nan Zhou's leg into an H shape.

He was condescending, looking at Nan Zhou's face, his originally indifferent and vigilant expression relaxed a bit.

... Such a scene seems to have happened in his only fragmentary memory.

Nan Zhou's breathing was very unsteady.

His spirit has been hit repeatedly just now, and his strength is really weak.

But he had to do it quickly.

Grasping the gap where Jiang Fang was stunned, Nan Zhou grabbed the slightly messy silver hair at the back of his head with all his strength, and pressed down hard.

The tips of the noses almost meet.

The warm breaths of the two were entangled and penetrated into each other's bodies, sharing a breath.

Nan Zhou gritted his teeth and asked, "Do you... believe me?"

Jiang Fang fixedly looked into his eyes.

After a while, he loosened the hand that was holding the book tightly.

Nan Zhou no longer hesitated, grabbed his book, and rushed out along the road opened up by Jiang Fang.

At the same time, Li Yinhang, who had attracted the attention of all the tin soldiers, was running around inside the bookshelf.

Hearing the chaotic sound of footsteps, Jiang Fang sat up from the ground and wanted to follow Nan Zhou out.

At this moment, a finger of a mutilated tin soldier caught his shoe without warning.

From its shattered lips, an indistinct bass sounded.

— "Book. Book. Got it. Book."

Jiang Fang's originally hazy eyes froze for a moment.

A bit of silvery white like metal tin dripped into his eyes like water, gradually spreading from his pupils.

However, before Jiang Fang's expression became completely dull, the running Nan Zhou tore up the first sixteen pages and returned the scattered memories to him.

Sixteen pages, 80 seconds.

Nanzhou used the rules he had personally tested to make a time difference and regained Jiang Fang's sanity for more than a minute.

He forcibly pressed the pause button on the progress bar of Xibian.

Resisting the negative backlash from the darkness, he rushed out of the collapsed entrance of the bookshelf maze, and the black mist in front of Nan Zhou gradually dissipated.

Seeing that the mummy raised its wrist to move the pieces on the chessboard, Nan Zhou suddenly accelerated the speed of his feet.

He threw Jiang Fang's book onto the edge of the chessboard, almost knocking down a corner of the chess pieces.

Half of the dead black pieces on the chessboard were immediately occupied by eight returned souls.

The whole game of dead chess was revived in one breath.

The mummy obviously didn't expect such a situation, and the hand that was about to hold the son for the last fight paused.

And just as it paused, Nan Zhou rushed to reach out and held a sunspot on its behalf.

Panting, he looked across the entire chessboard, trying to recall the two most important winning rules in chess that Jiang Fang had taught him.

First, the opponent's "King" will be defeated no matter which grid he moves to next.

The second, other chess pieces of the opponent can neither eliminate the chess pieces that can check the "king" nor help the "king" stop and remove the inevitable situation of the check.

Bai Zi's arrogant chess moves have sent his king all the way to a desperate situation from which he cannot escape.

This is the situation that Jiang Fang has been waiting for and wants both sides to achieve.

And every time Heizi landed a dice, he had to struggle for a full minute of hesitation, which was the time Jiang Fang wanted to use.

In this short period of 1 minute, the mummy will not fall.

Under such a favorable situation, he wants to destroy the bookshelves, violate the prohibition, attract the souls of the chess pieces to the book belonging to Jiang Fang, and then hand over the book to Nan Zhou, who will bring the book to the chessboard and help the mummy End this game.

Nan Zhou doesn't know how to play chess, he only knows a little bit of what Jiang Fang taught him.

Even if he could, Jiang Fang would take the initiative to choose to let himself fall into the situation where he might go crazy, or even be trapped in the library for the rest of his life.

He thought deeply about the confusion and uneasiness that would be caused by a large loss of his memory.

When he fell into this abnormal mood, only Nan Zhou could subdue and stop him.

If it was the other way around, he would have nothing to do with Nanzhou.

That's why Nan Zhou said, "I can do it, but you may not be able to."

——Jiang Fang even calculated his own madness clearly.

……

Regarding their plan, Li Yinhang, who lured the tin soldiers to shuttle through the maze of bookshelves, had already figured out most of it, and even communicated with Nan Zhou, which was affirmed by him.

But she couldn't understand what Nan Zhou said to her after hearing all her speculations.

"It's not helping the mummy win." Nan Zhou corrected her, "It's letting us win."

……

When Heizi came back to life, Nanzhou seized the opportunity to replace the mummy and landed the crucial decisive shot.

check.

General.

King Bai had nowhere to hide.

Turned against the wind.

After Bai Zi paused, took the initiative to overthrow his white king, and silently announced his defeat, Nan Zhou looked at the one-legged tin soldier on the side.

The one-legged tin soldier lowered his eyes, seemingly a little unhappy.

It said: "Wrong. You should have let my friend win."

Nan Zhou pressed his hand on Jiang Fang's book, and announced quietly: "That's right. We should let ourselves win."

He looked into the one-legged tin soldier's dark, abyss-like eyes, and asked back, "If your mummy friend wins, where will it go? Who do you plan to continue to sit in this chess position?"

The one-legged tin soldier quietly dug an exquisite language trap for them.

As players pass the level, they can open the door to go out.

If the mummy wins, is there no reward?

Nan Zhou didn't think at all that the mummy liked to play chess, and that's why he turned himself into a mummy.

He thought, the person sitting here is most likely the last player who lost.

Because he couldn't find all eight chess pieces, he couldn't win no matter what, so he could only sit here forever.

If Nanzhou and the others are really obedient and only responsible for recalling the souls of the chess pieces and "helping" the mummy win, the mummy will be freed, then the three of them may be forced to leave one of them to play against the door and become the next mummy of the reserve.

Taking a step back, even if they think too much, this is not a trap, but it is best to hold the initiative in their own hands.

As it turned out, their caution was worthwhile.

The door leading to the outside world opened a gap that could allow one person to pass through, revealing a ray of light from the outside.

The mummy's dark eye holes aimed at the free land, and a miserable and low whimper came out of its throat.

Nan Zhou glanced at it, lowered his eyes, and picked up the book that belonged to Jiang Fang.

After the game ended, the pages inside also stopped growing.

The content torn down by Nan Zhou has been automatically completed.

The text on page No. 16 has grown to half the position.

Only half a page was left blank.

Just a little bit, Jiang Fang will become a story and stay here.

With Jiang Fang's story in his arms, Nan Zhou finally felt a lot more relaxed.

After the tense nerves were relaxed, the tiredness of being stripped of spirit emerged from the bottom of his heart.

In the maze of bookshelves, because the game was over, the pursuit of Li Yinhang by the tin soldiers also stopped.

It was very quiet.

He sat down on the ground and said to the One-legged Tin Soldier, "My teammates are no longer books. Please bring them out."

The one-legged tin soldier sighed resignedly, and using his spear as a crutch, he hopped toward the depths of the bookshelf.

Nan Zhou guarded the opened door alone, waiting for the return of the one-legged tin soldier.

He spread Jiang Fang's story between his knees, rubbing the cover curiously.

The shoulder twisted by Jiang Fang still hurt a little.

But Nan Zhou didn't care much.

His index finger moved lightly on the cover, simulating the frequency of a cat's paw scratching his heart.

... want to see.