Hey!I heard that BOSS is chasing you! ?

Gu Yan caught a glimpse of the words on the light curtain, and the word "obliterate" was extremely prominent.

After the boundless illusion was shattered, his limbs were suspended in the room by chains composed of golden locks, but this was not a confinement room, but a fully transparent room.

It's like it's for people to visit and study.

Gu Yan pulled his arm backhand, and the golden pattern chain rippled like ripples, humming and roaring.

This action startled the observer who couldn't see his face. He pressed the alarm bell as if he woke up suddenly. The harsh siren echoed in the whole building, and he ran out rolling and crawling.

Gu Yan watched calmly as he tore off the chain and dissipated into pieces. His right arm was still in a state of petrification, and the numbness even faintly spread to his shoulder.

He seems to have "wrongly entered" the process of dealing with players-of course, it is more likely that someone did it on purpose.

Their so-called "father" has many "children". Up to now, Gu Qiting has the most face. The other brothers and sisters have been trampled under their feet by him.

And then - Gu Yan came back from the small world.

In fact, Gu Qiting has everything, those family supporters, and the right to judge the freedom of the small world, and they are also among the best in the game field of the final competition.

On the other hand, Gu Yan, although he has a bloodline of talent that is ahead of other living beings, he doesn't care about the favors of some families. Although the game field is also ranked first, in terms of actual material, he has nothing.

The key variable for the two to be barely evenly matched is that the "father" is obviously partial to Gu Yan.

After figuring out who was playing the trick, Gu Yanyun smashed the transparent barrier with all his strength, stepped on the sharp fragments, and strode forward.

Nothing will happen to him himself, but where is Lin Nan who came in with him! ?

……

On a snowy night, the sky is gray and misty pink, and the snow that has already melted has condensed again. Everyone is used to the temperature in winter. It is either snowing in this world, or it is about to snow.

After working all day, Lan Ye finally returned to the half-person-high hut, found a comfortable position, curled up and lay down, ate the snow ball brought back in one bite, and then rubbed her chilblained hands and breathed out, trying to warm herself up. a little.

Although it is of no use.

Lan Ye couldn't remember what she was like in the past. She seemed to wear gorgeous skirts, with slender fingers, no calluses and chilblains, and was served by groups of servants for basic necessities of life.

It's a dream.

There are basically not many memories of her childhood, and as long as she can remember, Lan Ye has been suffering until her sister got married and brought a considerable amount of food for the family.

Finally, just as their life improved, they received the news that their sister had died.

Not even bones.

But soon Lan Ye discovered that no one cared about her sister's bones. The other party only wanted to have a "wife", and her parents only wanted to have enough food.

Therefore, Lan Ye came to this village with the person who delivered the funeral that day, and became the next "bride" of "brother-in-law".

Lan Ye curled up, getting ready to fall asleep in a daze. She would return to a wealthy and comfortable life in her dream, without having to face the oppression and torture of those people.

Suddenly there was a loud bang, and the door of the hut was violently opened. Before Lan Ye could recover, she was dragged out by her nominal husband by her hair.

The man dragged her all the way, ignoring Lan Ye's begging and screaming, and then threw the scrawny girl onto the snow with his hands.

The patriarch was preparing for the ceremony, and the dusty sky was covered with mist, as if it would fall at any moment, pressing the heaven and the earth together.

Lan Ye saw the half-dead and comatose people beside him were tied up and thrown into the snow, and she was startled. Regardless of her own injuries, she held back her teeth chattering and knelt on the ground and begged helplessly.

She kowtowed her head, and the white snow was stained with blood, but it didn't shake the thoughts of these people.

Beside her, the men in the village were chatting and laughing, and some even discussed what they would eat tomorrow morning. Occasionally looking at her, their eyes were indifferent, like looking at animals waiting to be slaughtered.

No one cares about the life and death of pigs and sheep, only whether their meat can be put into the pot.

Under extreme fear, Lan Ye couldn't help shaking.

Because she recognized those who passed out.

There are men and women, and Lan Ye even brought them meals. Most of the men are foreigners, and the women are all bought, or "wives" who are abandoned by someone, and they are usually locked up underground.

In fact, Lan Ye had faintly realized not long after her arrival that her sister might have "died" in this way, but at that time she no longer dared to resist.

Where can I go if I leave here?

In the daytime, the ordinary walls reveal strange patterns, reflecting the powdery sky, as if in a bloody night, and the dry trees in the shadows are dim.

The first time the village chief rang the bell, most of the dark sky lit up. At that moment, the clouds could be seen pressing on the top of the head, as if they would fall down at any time.

Suddenly, the wind and snow swept in, and the bell tolled deep and deep, which represented peace tonight, and a bridge to communicate with the gods was about to be established.

Listening to the bell, Lan Ye's mind buzzed and became confused. She clutched the cold snow unwillingly, feeling and warmth slowly passed from her body.

This time there are so many foreigners here...

Tears flowed from her eyes, which were wide open with fear, but she couldn't close them now.

At the end of consciousness, Lan Ye just thought, there are still so many people, how could it be her turn.

The cold wind blowing head-on poured into her mouth and nose, and Liu Qin, who was standing in the dark, was shaking her teeth. Looking at Lan Ye's wide eyes with complicated eyes, she knew that this NPC had replaced her.

In the past, Liu Qin claimed to be a player and always looked down on these NPC aborigines, but now...

The lips are dead and the teeth are cold.

Liu Qin took a breath, the cold wind eroded her soul from the inside, and said dumbly, "Will I also become like her?"

Thinking that he is an aboriginal here, he was captured, sacrificed like an animal, and his life force was extracted, so he could only wait to die.

Kong Dai watched those people lying numbly accepting the passage of life under the sound of the bell, or struggling hard.

In the end, they all seemed to be emptied of their souls, stood up stiffly, and lined up in a row. The length of each step seemed to be measured, one after another walked forward with the same steps.

The uncleared snow melted quickly, revealing a simple and dark formation, and the faint golden light floated out from each "sacrifice", slowly lifted into the air, intertwined and gathered.

It looks like gilded clouds and mist, and it's like golden silk and satin.

Kong Dai remained indifferent.

As if what was in front of him was not the scene of a life-threatening sacrifice, but the mountains of lavender, he even said calmly, "I won't promise my love, but I like you very much."

The corner of Liu Qin's mouth twitched, turned his head away, and didn't want to talk about this topic.

The bell hummed, solemnly trembled, and the flesh and blood of the human body trembled with the bell.

The clouds and mist in the sky also fluctuated like the surface of the sea with the continuous bells.

Kong Dai: "Look."

He took Liu Qin's hand, and he was not annoyed when he was pulled away, but just motioned her to look up.

"If you really don't like it, I will keep your memory." Kong Dai whispered, and glanced at those people, "but you can't interfere with what I'm going to do."

Liu Qin looked up at the sky, but didn't answer.

As more and more people were manipulated to stand up, the ringing of the bell became more deafening. Soon, the clouds seemed to be pushed away by an invisible hand, revealing not the sky and the moon, but a fog like a mirror. curtain.

The old village head bent his knees, and the others followed suit, with expressions of excitement or fear on their faces.

They made it!

The morning sky was exceptionally clear and blue.

Bai Lin, who had a good night's sleep, walked out of the house yawning, watching the villagers happily carrying something.

"Village Chief, what are you busy with? Let me help you." Bai Lin leaned over with a smile on his face.

The village chief's dead bark-like face froze slightly, and he quickly returned a smile, as if he was genuinely happy, and said kindly, "It's nothing, I'm distributing food to everyone."

Bai Lin felt that something was wrong, but couldn't explain it. When he turned his head, he found Liu Qin walking side by side with a man.

...Fuck, it's even weirder!

When is Gu Yan coming back?He's really not the material to pass the test!

Kong Dai, who was forced to "take a walk", really didn't know why Liu Qin was angry. He didn't ask the gods to change her memory, or even protect her intentionally. He just asked for food, clothing and daily necessities as usual.

In this world where there is only winter, the snow never melts. In the past, Condé didn’t feel that anything was wrong, but since he saw the “truth of the world”, he could no longer ignore these obvious weirdnesses.

Without spring and autumn, where does food come from?

Definitely did not grow it myself, nor could it have been shipped from another town.

——Because this world can only reach the edge of the town at most, and there is only a thick white mist beyond.

Kong Dai went out when he first went "crazy". He kept walking in the mist, and when he saw the light, he thought he had found a new town, but he turned around and came back again.

As if the world is only so big.

They were trapped in this small world, but no one else noticed and thought Condé was crazy.

Even Kong Dai himself wondered if he was really crazy.

He would rather go crazy himself.

And at this time—when Kong Dai's heart was shaking, Liu Qin who suddenly appeared was the proof that he firmly believed that he was not crazy.

"To help the tiger!" Liu Qin couldn't stop his stomach churning every time he thought about how the food he ate a few days ago came from.

She hoped that she would lose her memory like most of the villagers, and not pursue how the sudden appearance of a full warehouse of grain came from, and she didn't remember how those people died.

But she remembered it, and she remembered it clearly, so clearly that seeing the old village head's kind smile made her feel cold all over her body.

Kong Dai didn't care about her bad words, and even laughed in a good mood, "You can say whatever you want."

"Do you want to know how I found out that this world is not right?"

Kong Dai's lowered voice was extraordinarily rough and hoarse, like the murmur of a chaotic devil in the abyss.

He looked at the suppressed fear in Liu Qin's eyes, and twitched the corners of his mouth.

"It's you people who treat me like a random object, so that I have the opportunity to face the collapse of the world."

"Don't you think it's strange, why the people in the small town haven't died yet?"

Obviously so many people will die every time they sacrifice.

The chill climbed up from behind, Liu Qin shuddered, and his teeth chattered loudly.

"Because there will always be new people filling in, they will forget their origins and their past, and turn around and get acquainted with the people around them like old neighbors for more than ten years."

Anyone who has seen this weird scene is not afraid.

How dare they reject a god who can manipulate life at will.

Liu Qin froze in place, and Kong Dai didn't urge them, they were passing by the doctor's house and the fresh statues in front of the door.

The statues are all familiar faces. Although others should not remember the traces of these people's existence, Condé will try to remember them as much as possible.

This is also proof that he is alive.

Even if the world is in a mess, terrifying like hell, and creatures like evil spirits, he still wants to live.

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