When the squeamish bag penetrates the horror live broadcast [Unlimited]

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After the danger was gone, Qianling's feeling gradually returned, his hands and feet were sore, if it wasn't for the mysterious force that helped him just now, he probably wouldn't even be able to stand up now.

If it was his illusion that time in the tomb, then this time he is very sure of the existence of that power.

Qian Ling talked to the system 663 in his mind: Didn't you say that you would give feedback to the game official? How about it? Do you have an answer?

System 663 was abnormally silent for a while.

He also saw the scene just now, and it was obvious that some power interfered with the power operation of this dungeon.

But even it doesn't know why.

As for the feedback Qian Ling said, the system 663 said: [I have already reported it, but I can't contact the official personnel, it's like...]

It's like everyone has lost touch.

Qian Ling said: "What is it like?"

System 663 said: [Nothing, I guess there is too much information to handle, I will notify you as soon as there is any news. 】

As a rigorous system, it will not say anything without verified news, so as to avoid unnecessary panic.

And his total system is a huge supercomputer, to maintain the normal operation of all copies, gathered countless talented engineers.

The unbreakable absolute safety performance provides absolute guarantee.

The escaping energy in the running program and the common sense of the players have tried to destroy this total system countless times, but no one has ever been able to succeed.

Qianling didn't know the information concealed by System 663, and it was just a normal little problem.

He cleaned up the mess all over the floor and left the toilet.

The photographer waiting outside the door saw Qian Ling's appearance, and asked concerned: "Did something happen just now? It seems to hear a voice."

His eyes fell on Qian Ling's pinched red cheeks.

It seems that I didn't see it when I went in just now?

Qian Ling tugged on the collar, not wanting to implicate innocent people, but just said %2C "The mirror is broken, I've packed it up."

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An Qing, who ran out on the other side, ran to the fire corridor where there was no one there. He waited for a long time, but no one chased him, and sat angrily on the steps.

An Qing took out her mobile phone and looked at her face with the reflection of the black screen.

What is the problem in the end.

Why did he already have Qianling's face, but couldn't change anything?

This time, he heard heavy footsteps behind him.

Anqing turned her head.

Suddenly, a force grabbed his throat, knocked him down, and hit the wall behind him, causing pain as if his internal organs were displaced.

With a sullen face, Shao Cheng approached little by little.

An Qing trembled all over, he looked at those dark eyes without any emotion, as cold as hell crawling out of hell.

"Such a game is too boring, it's time to revise the rules of the game."

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The stage for the performance was being set up in an orderly manner, and Wen Bai directed the set.

Qian Ling was also called by the costumer to change clothes.

The costumer watched Qian Ling put on the suit, touched his chin, and stepped forward to grab the loose waist fabric, "It fit me last time, why is it so big and so much bigger."

Since it was just a cover-up, and Qian Ling was still Qian Ling in essence, the suit would of course be the wrong size.

The staff's walkie-talkie suddenly rang, "Understood, I'll be there right away."

Qian Ling was still arranging her clothes, and several staff members present hurried away, "There is something wrong with the props, let's deal with it."

"it is good."

Qian Ling lowered his head and straightened his clothes, adding up the excess fabric with clips. He raised his head again and found someone standing behind him.

With the same face as him.

Qian Ling was taken aback, and saw An Qing's whole body covered in a layer of gray mist, staring at him intently.

"Don't you want to know who did all this? Come with me, and I will tell you the truth."

Qian Ling was a little apprehensive, "Can't you say it here?"

However, An Qing didn't speak, he turned around and walked away. When walking, one foot was deep and the other was shallow. It seemed that the energy of his body could not bear his own weight, and he would fall down when the wind blew.

Qian Ling took a deep breath.

If An Qing is in this state, he shouldn't be able to do anything to him.

So Qianling followed, keeping this distance to prevent the other party from making sudden moves.

However, An Qing kept walking, leading him all the way to the roof, pushing the rusty roof away with a creak, and the cold wind blew his cheeks sorely.

Qian Ling stopped.

But An Qing didn't intend to stop, walked to the edge of the roof, and climbed up the railing with bare hands.

"Be careful." Qian Ling took two steps forward, frowning, "If you have anything to say, come down and say, it's too dangerous up there."

An Qing's body swayed, and he sneered, "It's just the two of us here, do you still pretend to be a good person?"

With his sharp voice, the door behind Qian Ling closed with a "bang".

Qian Ling's heart shuddered.

He turned around and wanted to open the door, but it seemed to be sealed by an invisible force, no matter how hard he tried, he would not move.

"It's too late to run now, isn't it?"

I saw a bluish-white kid creeping out from behind An Qing, with two bloody eyes, and short hands and feet that looked like tumors growing on An Qing's body to absorb nutrients.

He split a mouthful of sharp fangs and rushed towards Qianling quickly——

Qian Ling put his hands in front of him.

A gust of wind rushed out from his side, and the snow-white spirit beast bit the brat's arm, tore it hard, and heard a sharp scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Shaking its snow-white fur, the spirit beast protected Qian Ling's body, chewed the fat short arm like a lotus root twice, and spat it aside.

An Qing narrowed his eyes, "So you still have such a weapon that you haven't used yet."

He took out a short knife from under his sleeve, and scratched a few times on his arm, the scarlet flowing like a pillar was dazzling.

Qian Ling hurriedly said, "Don't!"

They are not in a hostile relationship, and there is no need to do this step at all.

In addition to the paranoid pathology in An Qing's eyes, it was more like fear, "There is no way to stop. What I want is your face, but what he wants is my life."

Qian Ling quickly said: "Who is he? You tell me, let's solve it together—"

After he finished speaking, he saw that the broken arm of the little devil recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye after absorbing the blood energy, and even his body grew several times larger.

The spirit beast gritted its teeth, kicked its hind legs and pounced on it.

The little ghost moved several times faster. He waved away the spirit beast with one hand, grabbed the furry tail, and smashed it to the ground. The spirit beast bowed and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Jie Jie..."

The little ghost laughed, and landed on all fours like a child who has not yet learned to walk, with five stubby fingers outstretched, trying to grab Qian Ling, "Baby... want a toy..."

The spirit beast that fell on the ground struggled to stand up, and pounced on it again. Its sharp claws ruthlessly scratched a few bloodstains on the little ghost's hand, and the bones were deep.

The kid howled and took a few steps back.

His bulky body was doomed to be unable to dodge effectively, and was pinned to the side of his neck by the sharp animal teeth.

The sharp fangs pierced the skin, causing the kid to roll and cry on the ground in pain.

"woo woo woo woo……"

He could only grab the spirit beast indiscriminately, and when his life was hanging by a thread, he caught the spirit beast, threw it on the ground, and then fell down, "Mom...the baby can't find its mother..."

He seemed to think of the only happy childhood. His mother, who couldn’t remember the exact appearance, told him, hide and seek, count to ten, and the baby will definitely find the mother.

But he couldn't find it no matter what.

He even forgot his mother's face, he knew that his mother was the most beautiful person in the world...

Qianling approached the little ghost lying in the blood, and as the effect of the purification card took effect, the sunlight in front of him was blocked, and the little ghost stretched out his short hand, "Mom..."

When it dissipated, he seemed to have finally seen his mother.

Big hands hold small hands and walk together.

The kid closed his eyes, his resentment and obsession dissipated in the wind little by little.

An Qing spat out a mouthful of blood.

His and the little ghost's lives were linked together, and his face was even paler than paper at this moment, and he had no ability to attack at all.

He said angrily: "Sure enough, I still lost."

Qian Ling slowly approached An Qing who was stepping on the fence, and stretched out his hand to him, "Come down, if you have something to talk about."

"Don't you want to know who did it for me..."

An Qing's lips moved, mouthing silently, and then he fell back with his arms outstretched.

Qian Ling didn't have time to think, and stepped forward to pull him back, but brushed her fingers vaguely, only grabbing a handful of air.

The falling wind picked up the broken hair at his temples.

In the blink of an eye, he heard a muffled sound coming from downstairs, like a strangely gorgeous plum blossom blooming.

Qianling covered her mouth, took a few steps back, and fell to the ground with her legs loose.

The delicate palms were scratched, but they didn't notice.

System 663 said: [Calm down, An Qing just failed the mission, he will return to his middle station. 】

Beads of sweat oozed from Qianling's forehead, he stared at the void without focus, his pupils trembled slightly.

He saw it.

Because when An Qing fell down, Qian Ling clearly saw his mouth shape.

Shao, city.

Impossible, he must be wrong.

The sound of heavy footsteps came from behind him, and the familiar coldness enveloped him like mist.

Qianling was stiff all over.

When he turned around, he only glimpsed a long straight leg wrapped in boots, metal ornaments and dark fur, and then his eyes fell, and he passed out.

It was dark and empty all around.

Where is this place?

Qian Ling felt that his body was very light, as if it had merged with the air, and the surrounding gradually lit up, and he saw the faint fluorescent blue.

Qianling repeatedly called the system's name several times, but got no response.

He should be stuck in a memory or something again.

Qian Ling felt that she was in a viscous liquid, unable to move her limbs and head freely.

Through a thick layer of frosted glass, he saw a heart-like instrument from a distance, the outer layer was covered with complex and precise circuits.

Several people in white clothes stood not far from the 'heart'.

The engineer who couldn't see his face said: "The operation of the main system was attacked by the data of the subordinate copy."

Another engineer with a higher rank said, "Have you found out the cause?"

"The main line of the campus dungeon boss has deviated, and it is suspected to be affected by the player, exceeding the adjustment threshold." The engineer paused, "The boss who was supposed to be black... fell in love with the player."

"Try clearing the memory."

"No, we've gone through formatting and tried to make him forget everything that happened, but no matter how many times he's been through it, he'll remember,"

The engineer swallowed apprehensively, "And in the continuous iteration, he has already noticed our existence, absorbed most of the energy of the entire dungeon, and upgraded the danger level of this low-level single-player dungeon to s. "

For a while, everyone was silent.

"Is there any other way?"

"If you forcibly close the instance or send new players over, it will affect the operation of the main system. The only way is..."

Everyone thought of the same idea——

"Wash away the memory of the copy boss, put it into the game world, and become a new player."

Being in danger all the time, that ridiculous love will be wasted in the endless cycle of copies, and will be exhausted.

"And what about the player that the boss likes?"

Qian Ling felt that their eyes looked over, indifferent, more like looking at an experimental subject worth studying.

"Modify the memory and re-release."

After receiving the command, the main system started to operate, and he said in a mechanical voice: [The memory of the campus dungeon boss Yan Zekai has been successfully cleared and put into timeline A. 】

Qianling widened her eyes in disbelief.

How can it be?

Yan Zekai is the boss of the dungeon?So the world he lives in is also a fictional copy?

But he obviously lives in that world... Qian Ling only feels that her memories are hazy and hazy, like countless pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.

Did his friends and family ever exist?

The inorganic voice of the main system continued: [The player's shallow memory is being modified, the dungeon part is cleared, re-bound, and the live broadcast auxiliary system 663 is allocated to timeline B. 】

[The program has finished running. 】

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