Please breed an escape boss! [unlimited]

They reached the dividing line of the black iron train before the beam of light engulfed half of the tenth district.

Yin Changxia was stiff all over, and quickly looked over there.

The 500-year grievances have probably really come to an end.

The beam of light absorbed Jiang Tingyun's body, and the speed at which the red silk fell continued to increase.They seemed to be hungry and met delicious food, and they blatantly wrapped themselves around Jiang Tingyun's body.

Before the gamification of the homeland, 'they' were still hidden, but now they are unscrupulous.

Yin Changxia remembered that the first time he saw Jiang Tingyun, he was covered in white gauze like this.

He was firmly bound, every inch of his body was entangled, and he could not break free.

Yin Changxia's eyes were hot and humid, and his voice became hoarse: "Let him go!"

How can those red silk understand human nature?

They wrapped Jiang Tingyun even tighter, and gradually covered his whole body, limbs, chest, and head, until there was no gap at all.

"Jiang Tingyun, open your eyes."

"Don't you want to recover your ghost power at the cost of your own food, and want to break free from the white veils that bind you? Why let yourself go and suffer this pain again...again."

At the end, Yin Changxia's voice trembled.

However, such cries are in vain.

All the collapses were so silent, the originally dilapidated houses collapsed into the bottomless pit.There are also some beams that are half broken, and the wood keeps falling into the deep pit.

Yin Changxia gradually lost sight of Jiang Tingyun, and didn't know where he was going to fall. There were only countless images of red silk flying towards him.

Lin Mingfan squeezed his hands white, as if a heavy stone was pressing on his heart.

Lin Mingfan understands Yin Changxia's mood, if he is really about to die, please let him be free.

It's just that Lin Mingfan had to harden his heart and remind Yin Changxia, the one who controls him.

"The tenth district looks very strange now, half of it has been swallowed up. Under the beam of light is the abyss, and the homeland is disappearing little by little. You must not go there!"

Zong Tan: "..."

Zong Tan was still hugging Yin Changxia, his jaw tightened, trying to suppress some emotions.

"stop looking."

"Why do you need to look directly at the pain?"

"If you look at it any further, you will just leave an indelible shadow on yourself."

Yin Changxia shook his head, standing still under the collapse, quietly watching the beam of light over there.

Those overly brilliant lights shone on Yin Changxia's body, making him feel unreal and illusory, like the sea of ​​clouds under his feet that people couldn't grasp.

"I said that even if it is hysterical, I will accept it."

Yin Changxia's voice was thickly nasal, "Just take it as the Xia family owes him."

Zong Tan: "..."

Yin Changxia still raised his head and stared there, his eyes blurred and filled with tears: "I accept all those pains, sorrows, and abnormalities."

He seemed to be embracing a broken soul.

It’s weird.

Zong Tan was sure that he hated Jiang Tingyun for leaking his whereabouts back then, which made him suffer so much.

But these words of Yin Changxia didn't hit his heart?

He is the same as Jiang Tingyun.

If he didn't like Yin Changxia, Jiang Tingyun would be another him.

Back then, he was pushed into the murderous coffin by members of the Xia family, and was tortured inside. Those experiences were like gangrene, and he would never forget them.

But when he became the king of ghosts, Yin Changxia opened the coffin himself.

That meant a lot to him.

This old pain was redeemed at that moment.

His hardness was also smashed to pieces.

"Jiang Tingyun... came to Xia's house one step ahead of me."

Zong Tan felt more relieved, and began to quietly talk about the year, the year that he didn't want to recall or mention.

"He has been a sweetheart since he was a child, because his childhood experience told him that he must always ensure his use value, otherwise he will be abandoned soon."

"I was brought to Xia's house by my mother, but he sold himself."

"Thinking about it now, it's not that he has no shame."

"His background is not good. He is stupid for more than half of the year, but his situation is completely different from being insane for more than half of the year."

"Being feared and being bullied."

"Everyone can trample on him and make fun of his stupid appearance. The most painful thing is not always being stupid and ignorant of world affairs, but waking up from time to time."

"I still remember one thing clearly. When I was in the school, Jiang Tingyun suddenly fell ill and was bullied by a group of people and pushed into the mud of the heavy rain. When he woke up, he just smiled and talked about the days outside Xia's house. , are pushed into the cesspit, so what is the mud?"

Under Zong Tan's narration, Yin Changxia turned his attention here with a dazed expression.

Zong Tan didn't continue to hold him tightly, but let go of his hand.

The movement of wrapping his arms around him just now was probably because he was afraid that he would rush into the beam of light.

It's rare for Zong Tan to talk so much. In the past, he didn't even bother to explain so much about his own affairs, let alone other people's affairs.

"The Xia family taught him what is self-esteem, what is personality, what is warmth."

"Even if all of this has a purpose, but in that situation, it is impossible to give up."

"He will only make himself more useful, so that this warmth can last longer."

"We hate the Xia family."

"But if it wasn't for the Xia family, most of the time in a year would be either crazy or stupid. How would such a life be better?"

It is precisely this kind of intertwined love and hate that will last longer than ordinary hate.

Sadly, what broke Jiang Tingyun was not hatred, but the kindness and tenderness of others.

Tears were about to burst into Yin Changxia's eyes, and he understood Jiang Tingyun's festering and fierceness under his calm: "So it's like this..."

The red silk that entered the beam of light tightened Jiang Tingyun's body little by little, making him completely inhuman.

He is composed of spiders, and his body is naturally torn apart.

In the end, there was really nothing left.

Yin Changxia squeezed his hands white, and looked over there in a daze, irritated by the other party's behavior.

What do you want to do?

Do you want to eat Jiang Tingyun?

While everyone was concentrating on observing the beam of light and the red silk, Fan Ye got up from the broken pit, holding a very thin spider silk in his hand.

"Want to take away Lao Tzu's resentful fox eyes, Jiang Tingyun, you are dreaming!"

It was rare for Fan Ye to swear.

Yin Changxia stood in place, his mind buzzed, and he hurried over.

Yin Changxia pulled Fan Ye up, and naturally took the spider silk in his hand: "How did you get it!?"

Yin Changxia pulled up the spider thread, as if it was Jiang Tingyun's only connection to the world.

Fan Ye: "How can I be reconciled if I don't get the resentful fox eyes back?"

Of course I want to catch the leak.

He spoke so bluntly, of course Yin Changxia understood.

Yin Changxia closed his eyes and chuckled twice, his voice melting in the night wind.

After a while, he seemed to have made some major decision: "Pull!"

Jiang Tingyun's body was floating in the air, infected by the beam of light.Not long after, he will be completely eaten by that thing.

Lin Mingfan was surprised: "Are you crazy, and you still want to save him?"

Yin Changxia sternly said: "His fault, I should judge, what is eaten by those things!"

What did you eat?

Lin Mingfan looked over there, only to see Jiang Tingyun, who was illuminated by the beam of light, was slowly walking up, and he didn't know where he was going to be sucked, and appeared in front of everyone again.

And Guang Zhu was trying to snatch Jiang Tingyun away, as if Yin Changxia was robbing someone.

Not right, so wrong.

Lin Mingfan looked around, his eyes flickered for a while, only to realize that since the homeland was gamified, the beam of light was harvesting the players' corpses, and those red silks couldn't wait to get together.

He looked up into the dark sky, and without the moon he couldn't see what was on top.

But at the top, where the red silk hangs, there must be something weird!

Lin Mingfan keenly sensed the problem, and hurriedly helped Yin Changxia grab the spider's thread.

"Homeland...how did homeland become like this!"

Lin Mingfan's face was full of sadness.

Zong Tan just looked at it like this and didn't help.

The palms were closed, then opened, closed again, and opened again.

The saddest thing is that they have all turned into ghosts, and it is impossible to judge whether they hate or not, or they will break through obstacles like him and love with hatred.Or just like Jiang Tingyun, self-destruct vigorously.

Has he let go of the hatred he has held for so many years?

No.

No one can force him to let go.

only……

"The reason why Jiang Tingyun can't make a choice is because he doesn't want you to die."

"But if you save him, you must make yourself one more enemy."

This time, Zong Tan felt the same way as Jiang Tingyun.

If it weren't for Jiang Tingyun and Zong Tan's proud personality, the original pain would never be uncovered, he would only let these things rot.

At this moment, Jiang Tingyun was not only representing Jiang Tingyun, but more like the self who couldn't let go.

Yin Changxia tugged at the spider's thread, his eyes were already red because of Zong Tan's words.

"Zong Tan..."

"Jingtang's body is gone, I can't save him, I can only give him a good time."

"Jiang Tingyun chose to destroy himself and refused to come back."

Yin Changxia whimpered.

He seldom cries.

Every tear he shed fell on Zong Tan's heart.

It seemed that what he was pulling was not Jiang Tingyun, but something he had held on to for a long time.

"I don't want to think about whether there is another enemy, I just don't want him to die in such a tragic way."

"Just treat me like a fool."

Tang Qize rushed back here, and when he heard these words, he felt very unhappy.

He is human.

How could it be okay after such a long period of pressure?

After hearing these words, Zong Tan stretched out his hand and covered Yin Changxia's hand that was pulling the spider's silk: "I will help you. Even if it may be wrong, I will help you too."

He gave him the answer.

If you can't let it go, you can't let it go, he won't force him, even he will accept his inability to let go.

"Ugh..."

Yin Changxia's long-suffering emotions broke out in front of Zong Tan, and he was a little out of control.

cry?

Tang Qize had mixed feelings, but fortunately, Zong Tan brought Yin Changxia back to normal.

The two of them are really stabilizers for each other.

Tang Qize's eyes were a little hot, and it was precisely because they lacked the idea that he would unconditionally follow him no matter what, even if it was sharp and dangerous, they would not be able to become Zong Tan.

Yin Changxia wiped away his tears carelessly in a short time, not letting his tears fall for too long.

He has always been stingy about tears.

Yin Changxia: "Don't let those things swallow Jiang Tingyun, bring him out!"

The beam of light is immature, and it is not without loopholes.

Those red silks flying inside can explain the problem.

"I have entered the beam of light before, and I know that it is difficult to break through outside, but it is easy inside."

Yin Changxia quickly formulated a strategy, "Is it possible to stick to the red silk and enter the beam of light?"

"It's difficult." Tang Qize's palms were sweating, "You can also see that since the game of the homeland, these things are like carrion crows. When they see corpses, they will surround them. Although you can rely on getting close to them to enter the beam of light inside, but could easily be mistaken for food."

Zong Tan: "Small things."

It might be tricky to change to someone else, but he is already the King of Ghosts.

Zong Tan floated into the air, his body was infinitely attached to the red silk, and was wrapped by them.

The pain of the body being torn apart is indeed the power being taken away.

Zong Tan still didn't change his expression, he flew forward and soon arrived inside the beam of light.

Fan Ye stared straight, then glanced away again and again, but surprise and envy could not help flashing in his eyes.

This is the ghost king?

You can have such power without being mature!

Jiang Tingyun, the half-ghost king, was crushed, but Zong Tan didn't bat an eyelid.

If it was him who broke in instead, it would have been torn apart long ago.

Zong Tan used flames to condense a huge flame knife, which was several meters long.White smoke gathered into the beam of light, filling it with this kind of thing.

Zong Tan waved his hand and paused briefly.

The night rain fell on his hair, and the cloth on his body rotted into strips, but it didn't damage his aura at all.

Everyone didn't understand what he wanted to do, and their eyes were always on him.

However, in the next second, the flame that was ready to fire cut the beam of light across, as if a glass bottle with a flat cross section appeared.

Tang Qize: "Is the newly born ghost king already this strong!!"

The beam of light was interrupted, but Jiang Tingyun's body had been scattered long ago.

Unlike Xia Yulan, he has bones as a support.

Those that make up his body are nothing more than tiny spiders.

They are his emotions, his memories, his everything.

Yin Changxia shouted in panic, "Collect them!"

Fan Ye rushed inside, controlled the spiders with a few green hairs, and quickly collected them.

But some spiders still rose into the sky, and the light beams closed again, dividing those spiders into fine pieces.

Yin Changxia didn't know which part Jiang Tingyun lost, but the spiders captured by Zong Tan and Fan Ye gradually gathered into one body.

Jiang Tingyun closed his eyes tightly and fell into a long deep sleep.

Even from today onwards, Jiang Tingyun has been disabled.

But Yin Changxia still felt lucky to have Jiang Tingyun back instead of letting him repeat the way he died in his lifetime.

[There are still 10 minutes left before settlement. ]

"Let's go."

"Let's go back to District Nine."

Yin Changxia walked with difficulty at every step, and Fan Ye and Zong Tan also returned to his side.

Before the face of fear was about to completely crack, Yin Changxia finally got the last face of sorrow from Jiang Tingyun's hand, which was also what Zong Tan and Fan Ye snatched back from the beam of light.

Joy, anger, sorrow, and fear are all around, and finally the gathering is successful.

[Apply for settlement. ]

Everyone stopped at this moment, closed their eyes and waited for the settlement, more or less being illuminated by the beam of light.

Light is so illusory, even more illusory than fireflies in the dark night.

Miserable.

[Special scene: Rebirth. ]

[Player: Yin Changxia. ]

[获得的成就：1.完成觉醒。2.取得直播第一的成绩。3.完成考核官任务。4.赢下两份对赌协议。5.完成‘母巢’扮演任务。]

[Yangshou reward has been settled: 15 years. ]

The cold wind blew on them, and the rain drenched everything about them.

While passing the black iron train, Yin Changxia remembered that there were ghosts brought back from the past life game on the train, stopped for a while, and said to them: "The homeland has become a game, although as the train conductor wishes, it has been far away from that pollution. But the reality is still like this ghost, if you want to stay, then stay, don't stay in the tenth district."

Zhenzhen hid in the dark, did not speak, but listened to Yin Changxia's words.

All the passengers on the train have died, except Xiaoyi.

That is hope.

Yin Changxia: [Check out the Yangshou I currently have. ]

[Last Yangshou settlement: 32 years and seven months X. ]

Even if a lot of Yangshou is obtained in this game, it will cost more because of cultivating the ghost king.

But no matter how much it costs, it's worth it.

As the settlement progressed, the two game cores in the hands of Shi Jun and Li Pu turned into light clusters and poured into Yin Changxia's body.

Yin Changxia felt the warmth, and his physical strength and wounds were recovering rapidly.

Counting it now, he already has four game cores in his hands, and he can build and design his own games.

[Container: haunted house. ]

[The final evolution has been completed, please check the new features. ]

Yin Changxia: [Check. ]

[new function--]

[1. The haunted house is automatically repaired, and the countdown is ten days. ]

[2. Repair other people's belongings, the number of times is 1/50. ]

[3. It can be directly converted into ordinary ghosts. ]

[Household: 7/7. ]

[Tenants: 3/10. ]

[One of the residents: Zong Tan (ghost king). ]

[Level of danger: SSS. ]

[Hunger level: 100/100. ]

[The rest: unknown. ]

[Remarks: One hundred thousand ghosts are still required to be sacrificed to stabilize the Ghost King level. ]

Can't the game detect the specific ability of the ghost king?

Yin Changxia closed his eyes, and the golden light behind him was like the rising sun, illuminating the backs of everyone's heads.

But they don't go to the light, but to the deeper and deeper darkness.

District Nine.

As Yin Changxia walked, he said to the game: [Help me combine emotions, anger, sorrow, and fear from all sides. ]

A ray of light suddenly flickered in Yin Changxia's hand, and the four masks of joy, anger, sorrow and fear turned into four groups of light and gradually rose to the sky.

The Ninth District was already in the middle of a fierce battle, and Tang Shutong had been waiting for Yin Changxia at the door for a long time.

When seeing this scene, Tang Shutong's expression was filled with astonishment: "Could it be——!"

S-class props! ?

How did Yin Changxia surprise him before he would give up?

Originally, A-level items were hard to find, let alone S-level items.

Most of the S-level items are collection items.

But the game is so huge that it is impossible to know the specific location of those props.Even if some players can know, they don't have the strength to gather.

In Bo Linfeng's hands, there was an S-level prop.

If Yin Changxia can get an S-level item, this game should be a complete victory.

Tang Shutong walked closer, eager to see the power of the S-level props.

The four groups of light are competing with each other, and everyone wants to be the center.But the force from outside crushed them all.

Everyone heard the sound of the mask being shattered into pieces, and quickly closed them together to form a new mask.

Finally, a soft white light fell into Yin Changxia's hands.

There was only a crack in the door before, but now it was forced open by external force.

The cold wind poured in, and the faint smell of blood in the air made their muddy brains a little clear.

They saw the real picture of dozens of ghost generals surrendering.

hum-

That's the only voice left in my mind.

The players in District Nine had always been paying attention to Yin Changxia. When Yin Changxia appeared in their field of vision, they naturally turned their attention there.

All the winners of this game have been baptized by the eyes.

The game was originally extremely difficult. For them, it was a tragic victory, but it ended in such a passionate way.

It's like going to the dark all the way and playing tricks again, giving them hope at this time.

"too strong!"

"Raised a ghost king, became an A-level player, and now I have collected S-level items."

Zhu Qin: "?"

After hearing the voices around him, Zhu Qin came to his senses, lost his breath, and coughed fiercely: "S-level props!?"

During the previous live broadcast, everyone saw the birth of A-level players and the birth of the ghost king, but they were not as lucky as them, seeing the birth of S-level items.

They were witnessing a feast.

The light in Yin Changxia's hand dissipated, and a white mask appeared in front of him.

[Congratulations to player Yin Changxia, you have collected the Four Faces of Joy, Anger, Sorrow, and Fear, and you have obtained the S-level item 'White Face'. ]

[White noodles: S-level props. ]

[It has the functions of four sides of joy, anger, sorrow and fear, and has newly developed the unique attributes of S-level props. ]

[Happy face: Increase the charm value of ghosts. ]

[Angry face: Improve physical fitness. ]

[Sorrowful face: reduce the use time of Yangshou. ]

[Fear face: 1. Link to use the ability of carrying ghosts, and can play a quarter. 2. Infect the emotion that triggers madness, the player Yin Changxia turns madness into arrogance. ]

[Special: Absolute Domination. ]

[Remarks: There is a certain probability of failure, the time is 1 minute, and it is only for ghosts. ]

He got the sad noodles just now, reducing the use time of Zaiwu Yangshou?

This alone is enough to make people scratch their heads.

Yin Changxia stuffed things into his arms, and soon arrived at the Ninth District.

He drilled through the stone gate and found that there were players looking at him expectantly along the way.

This has never happened before, they will only be alert.

The players parted ways on both sides, and looked at Yin Changxia with longing and admiration in their eyes.

This is also a new A-level player.

With the ghost king, he may become the most powerful A-level player.

Tang Shutong: "Can you still hold on?"

Yin Changxia just walked a few steps, then fell straight down.

Zong Tan temporarily possessed a body, and his entire figure was revealed in front of everyone.

He hugged Yin Changxia with one hand, and scanned the crowd: "Where is the resting place?"

Everyone only felt a chill, which made them all stiff.

The ghost king who has lost his restraint is the most dangerous thing.

If he turns over the waves, he will be stronger than all the ghosts in the Ninth District.

After entering the Ninth District, there will be more beams of light, and more and more corpses of players.The ghosts were active, and some of them were blind and rushed directly.

Zhu Qin realized the seriousness of the matter, and immediately said respectfully: "We have already prepared, at the gates of the eighth and ninth districts."

Tang Qize said in surprise: "The gate is the most dangerous place, why did you set up the resting place in that place?"

Zhu Qin: "...In short, you will know when you go."

There are too many people here, and it is not convenient for him to explain.

It was inconvenient for Tang Qize to ask again, there were not many people on the field who could talk to Zong Tan, and he was barely one of them: "Zong Tan, the captain has lost too much physical strength and has many wounds, look..."

Zong Tan: "Give me a specific location."

Zhu Qin repeatedly said: "The first building from the gate of the eighth district!"

Looking at the conversation between them, there are still a few courteous people who want to take the initiative to join in, so as to show face in front of the ghost king and A-level players: "Now the influx of ghosts is much faster than we imagined, let's go first open circuit."

Zong Tan floated in mid-air without even touching the ground: "No need."

He held Yin Changxia in his arms and ran forward quickly.

Only then did everyone realize that ghosts below the level of ghost generals surrendered directly to the ground. The moment they saw Zong Tan, they had no resistance at all, and could only lie on the ground and tremble.

how come?

They resisted with all their strength and led everyone to fight all the way, but they couldn't beat Zong Tan's small 'passing by'?

Surprise surged in everyone's hearts, and they hurriedly followed. Just this little episode, they have fully understood the existence of such a perverted ghost king.

Besides...

Zong Tan has only reached the level of ghost king initially.

To be solid, he still needs a lot.

The players were terrified, enjoying the refreshing feeling of following behind the ghost king and being surrendered by many low-level ghosts, which was a bit pretentious.

But everyone knows that the only person who cares about this ghost in front of him is Yin Changxia.

After 10 minutes, they finally arrived at the front.

While approaching District [-], a number plate appeared on everyone's chest.

The numbers on the above notes are different, but when the number plate appeared, many people have already put on a little guard.

The fight has begun!

There are more beams of light, and the players are harvesting each other's lives.

In order to survive, human nature can collapse in an instant.

Zong Tan understands the danger that is stalking in the dark, not only the players, but also some ghosts who have entered the Ninth District.They occupy the players' bodies, use them as hosts, and treat the players as petri dishes for cursed things.

Zong Tan glanced around and gave a cold warning: "Don't get his idea."

Ghost: "..."

Yin Changxia didn't dare to fall asleep yet, his eyelids were too heavy to open, so he could only be hugged obediently by Zong Tan, but he kept holding the clothes on Zong Tan's chest tightly.

He always had a feeling that something would happen after entering the Ninth District.

A good spirit does not have a bad spirit, as expected, his premonition will soon be fulfilled.

On the display screen in the sky, besides the countdown, the sound of snowflakes suddenly appeared.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the top, and they asked in surprise: "What happened?"

[Player Lu Ziheng explored new customs clearance conditions. ]

[Rule number two. ]

[Those who kill A-level players can return to the real world. ]

A stone stirred up a thousand waves.

Hunt down A-level players! ?

Even the first rule only explained the conditions for not dying in the game, and did not tell them the conditions for returning to the real world.

But now what Lu Ziheng detected was nothing else, it was hunting and killing A-level players.

Is this to provoke confrontation, or to give them their only chance of life?

Before everyone came back to their senses, the words of the game interrupted their train of thought: [Player Lu Ziheng has successfully explored new customs clearance conditions, and rewards are issued to him. ]

[Player Lu Ziheng has already used this reward and is conveying——]

Such a precious reward was actually used by Lu Ziheng as a communication to someone?

What exactly is he trying to convey?

Lu Ziheng's voice appeared on the display screen, his expression was calm and steady, but there was a murderous intent inside, like a raging wave surging towards him.

"Ah Qi, I'll wait for you in District Five."