I'm running a safe house in unlimited streaming

Time in the safe house is very chaotic.

When it is drifting in the instance, it will follow the time of the instance.

When it was parked in the corner of the game hall by Xia Jing, its pace was in line with the game hall.

And beyond that, the safehouse sometimes drifts into a dark obscurity.

Xia Jing didn't know where it was.

I only know that sometimes, when he comes to the window, the window is already black with nothingness.

There is nothing in the dark.

Xia Jing leaned against the window, staring into the distance, while the darkness looked back at him silently just like him.

A second in this void may be an hour, a day, or two days in the game lobby.

……

On this day, when the safe house left from the darkness, Xia Jing noticed that the time in the game hall displayed on the small holographic screen had come three days later.

The forum is full of discussions about the four-star dungeon that five anonymous bosses entered today.

Five people have been in the dungeon for two hours, and they don't know how long it will take to get the result, everyone is excited.

Will the bosses pass the level or will the whole army be wiped out?

If they pass the customs, how many people will be left by then?

Xia Jing's heart skipped a beat.

...However, it was not yet Monday, and he couldn't even go to the login room of the game hall to check the four-star copy for himself.

Xia Jing flipped through the forum for a while, then gave up.

He got up from the sofa, a little irritable and a little itchy.

Xia Jing rarely has such an emotional state, and this state often occurs when he repeatedly realizes that he is always confined in the safe house.

As if feeling Xia Jing's emotions, Tuanzi stood up, leaned close to him, looked up at him with eyes full of comfort and tenderness.

Xia Jing paused, exhaled lightly, rubbed it, and said in a low voice, "I'm fine."

After saying that, he glanced out the window, and found that the safe house had drifted to a familiar copy unknowingly.

Xia Jing's thoughts changed.

Stepping directly into the dungeon from the safe house, there is no way to get points through the system, but it does not prevent him from harvesting monsters...by the way, he is addicted to his hands.

Soon, Xia Jing made a decision in his mind.

He put on the space bag, opened the door and walked out.

The moment the door closed behind him, the words "Closed for business" appeared on the snow-white wall again.

Xia Jing turned around, looked into the depths of the maze-like winding corridor, and walked through it step by step.

……

In the one-star dungeon "Falling in Love with Your Face", the boss of the dungeon is the faceless girl. In order to have their own facial features, they will try their best to devour the player's face.

As soon as a group of newcomers logged in to the instance, they were surrounded by the faceless girl, scared out of their wits, and crazily escaped.

Screaming and earthquake-like running are everywhere in the copy.

Xia Jing was quite familiar with this dungeon, and after wandering around the maze for a while, he found his destination - a mysterious room suddenly embedded in the middle of the corridor.

He raised his leg and was about to kick the door open, when a group of players suddenly appeared at the corner on the right side of the corridor, their faces flushed, and they rushed towards him roaring like they had no voice!

Behind them, four or five faceless women in white ran after them.

The faceless girl has only one mouth on her entire face, with her long tongue sticking out and dancing, they quietly call out to the player: "Don't run...don't run...YAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

The faceless girls suddenly screamed in unison!

The shrill scream scared a group of players to death. Several of them sat down on the ground, and some passed out.

"What's wrong?!"

"What happened, what happened?!"

When they found that the faceless girl behind them turned around and ran away, they suddenly realized something, and turned their heads to look at the young man who was about to kick the door.

The young man has a face like a steamed bun, small inverted triangular eyes, flat nose and thick lips. Ugly is quite ugly, but his posture is quite handsome.

The young man blinked and looked at them.

And they blinked and looked at the young man.

At this moment-

As long as one of these players is still rational...

As long as one of them still remembers that there were a total of twelve players in their game at the beginning, and this young man was not any of them at all...

Whenever...

Unfortunately, there is no Fanfan.

These players have lost their minds during the exhausting escape.

When they realized that the faceless girl was afraid of this young man, they seemed to have seen a savior, and staggered towards the young man with tears in their eyes...

"Little boy, let me ask you..."

Xia Jing turned around, kicked the door in front of him ruthlessly with a "bang".

The dozen or so faceless women crowded inside froze.

The tearful players outside froze in their tracks.

Only Xia Jing raised his eyebrows and sighed: "It seems that there will be a good harvest today?"

The faceless girls seemed shocked that it was Xia Jing who appeared at the door instead of the player.

Their mouths were all open. If they had eyes, their expressions at this moment would definitely be "stunned".

But at the same time, this is not the first time they have encountered such a situation.

So when they reacted, the young man took out the rope from the interspatial bag, straightened it suddenly, smiled slightly, and said in the most gentle tone: "Don't be afraid, very, soon, just, ok, oh."

——The Faceless Women took a deep breath in horror, and then:

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

The players returned to their places of fascination: "Ahhhhhh!!"

The faceless girl said again, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"

The players were heartbroken: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!"

Xia Jing took a step, walked into the room, and closed the door with a "bang".

There seemed to be a "chorus" going on inside and outside the door. Hidden in the shadows, the young man raised his eyebrows and said kindly, "Let's start playing the game."

It was already half an hour after Xia Jing returned to the safe house.

There are a total of 25 faceless women's skins in the space bag, and the harvest of this trip is more abundant than any previous one. Xia Jing's mood is not bad, and the whole body is filled with a gentle atmosphere again.

He had no idea that not long after he left the dungeon, a post appeared on the forum. The subject of the post was "Cookie replayed the one-star dungeon "Falling in Love with Your Face". The girl was scared when she saw him, may I ask if this is a bug in the system or the dungeon has been improved? Tears!"

Xia Jing didn't know anything. After counting the number of props, he briskly put all these cheeks into the warehouse of the small supermarket, and packed them while humming a song.

When he came out again, he heard Tuanzi barking loudly.

Xia Jing paused, walked over and said calmly, "What's wrong?"

The dumpling was created by Xia Jing himself, so it naturally fits Xia Jing's personality and preferences.

Most of the time, the golden retriever was well-behaved and quiet, and this was almost the first time Xia Jing heard it growl so loudly.

The golden retriever bared its teeth towards the door, its hair puffed up slightly, and its posture was guarded. Xia Jing looked out of the window, and everything he saw was black, as if he had returned to the land of chaos again.

However, Xia Jing knew that the outside world was not a land of chaos.

They should have drifted to a completely unfamiliar copy again.

Xia Jing pressed the golden retriever's head, and the golden retriever stopped barking immediately, only watched worriedly as the young man walked over calmly, and opened the door.

As soon as the door opened, a cold and moist breath came oncoming.

Xia Jing quickly glanced around.

They seem to have arrived in a dilapidated ancient town.

The sky was dark, the moon hung high in the night sky, and the silvery white light fell on several thick and withered ancient trees, outlining the bare branches into hideous silhouettes.

There is a gray village shadow in the distance, and the safe house falls on an empty land.

It may have rained during the day, and the ground is wet at this time, with several puddles reflecting the moonlight.

A few tens of meters away, a man was lying on his side with his back facing him, motionless.

There was a threatening grunt in Tuanzi's throat, this voice was directed at the unknown darkness, not at that man.

Xia Jing paused, stepped on the wet and sticky soil, and walked over step by step.

After standing still beside the man, he stepped on the man's shoulder with his foot, and the man turned over slowly with this force, and turned into a supine position.

There was no resistance at all from the beginning to the end, like a soulless artifact.

The man's black hair was stained with rain, and stuck to his cold white forehead.

The beautiful peach blossom eyes were tightly closed, and the thin lips lost their color.

——Probably because a large amount of blood has gushed out from the astonishing scar on his waist and abdomen.

The ground beneath him was dizzy with blood.

His chest had long since stopped breathing.

Xia Jing lowered his eyes.

Tuanzi followed and walked out of the safe room, staring vigilantly into the distance, while watching Xia Jing's back anxiously.

"Song Yang," Xia Jing murmured to himself, wearing a human skin mask, whispering the name in a rough voice, "...it's a pity."

He followed Tuanzi's gaze to the darkness to the right, lost in thought.

If the guess is correct, Song Yang is probably one of the five people who entered the four-star dungeon today.

Four-star copy...

Xia Jing narrowed his eyes.

He actually drifted to this place in this way.

For a long time, Xia Jing wanted to know what kind of monsters would be in the four-star dungeon.

In addition, once the four-star dungeon is approved, it will disappear from the dungeon menu. Could this one-time setting be because of the secrets about this terrifying world hidden in the depths of this kind of dungeon?

Various thoughts were spinning in Xia Jing's head, and there was a hint of eagerness in his eyes staring at the darkness.

"Woo..." Tuanzi's whimper brought Xia Jing back to his thoughts.

Xia Jing paused.

——However, without a single bit of information about this four-star dungeon, it is pointless to intervene in this dungeon game that does not know where it has progressed. Although it is exciting, it is meaningless.

Wanting to understand this point, Xia Jing's eyes returned to the calm and calm.

Rather...

He turned his head, stared at Song Yang, who was completely chilled, thought for a while, squatted down on the man's body, and seriously groped for... the space bag.

Tuanzi was taken aback, obviously he didn't expect that at this time, his master would still have the heart to do this kind of...sneaky business!

But in Xia Jing's view, people are gone, and it's a waste to put monster props on dead people, so it's better to recycle them.

He has always been able to do this kind of thing without changing his face.

Seeing that the master was so shameless, Tuanzi also fell into a weird silence for a few seconds.

But soon it shrank its dog's head, and consciously assumed the role of watchman, guarding the dark place for Xia Jing, and the master and pet "worked together" to search for props.

Xia Jing groped along Song Yang's chest, but couldn't find Song Yang's interspatial bag for a long time, and was about to frown when he touched a small cloth bag on Song Yang's back.

Xia Jing laughed and picked up the bag.

In the next second, a hand was raised suddenly, and without waiting for Xia Jing's reaction, he quickly clasped his wrist.

Xia Jing stopped smiling, and turned to look at the dead man's face expressionlessly.

The dead actually came back to life.

The dead man was opening those attractive peach blossom eyes, and asked with a half-smile, "What are you doing—"

"—Xia, Jing?"

Xia Jing: "..."

Song Yang has been in this dungeon for two full days, and the other four people who entered the dungeon with him have already lost three.

After he was separated from the other person, Song Yang had no idea whether that person was dead or alive.

He acted alone, escaped from death several times, and finally figured out the identity of the monster in this dungeon, but at that time he was also on the verge of death due to his injuries.

Song Yang did not expect to use the "fake death recovery" props that he traded with other players before entering the dungeon just in case.

This prop will put him in a state of suspended animation for an hour. As long as he can wake up safely, all his injuries will heal and his physical strength will return to 100%. It is a very magical healing prop.

Fortunately, although the monster in this dungeon is powerful, it is a killing machine without any intelligence, only instinct. Even if Song Yang died halfway because he couldn't hold on, the monster should only be able to kill him when he encounters "death". Step over him like a piece of garbage.

The only thing Song Yang didn't expect was that when he woke up, he would meet someone he didn't expect at all.

At this moment, he could feel that his heart was gradually waking up and beating vigorously.

The blood flow accelerated, washing every one of his blood vessels.

Perhaps because of the ferocious effect of this healing item, Song Yang's spirit was a little excited.

He smiled, his eyes flashed with astonishing light: "You are still using this human skin mask, has it never come off, or has it been replaced?"

Xia Jing stared at him expressionlessly.

"It's been three days outside, it's impossible for you not to go home once...so you changed one?" Song Yang already got the answer, he raised his lips, and said, "It's because the drawing skills are too bad, So you can only draw the same face?"

Xia Jing narrowed his eyes.

Song Yang clasped his wrist tightly.

The man pulled him closer, raised his head, and said in a low voice, "Xia Jing, who are you?"

"—And why did it appear here?"

He stared straight at Xia Jing's eyes, as if he wanted to capture every slight change in Xia Jing's expression, and gain insight into all his inner thoughts.

Their faces were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.

Xia Jing...

Xia Jing raised his hands seriously and clenched them into fists.

At the moment when Song Yang's smile froze and he quickly dodged backwards, Xia Jing swung him mercilessly!

——Song Yang was knocked unconscious again, and fell back to the ground.

Xia Jing picked up the space bag, stood up, loosened his shoulders and neck, and let out a calm breath.

The dumpling has been stunned by a series of operations by its owner!

It swallowed, and quietly looked at Song Yang's face, confirming that the man had fainted and not completely dead, a embarrassed expression appeared on the dog's face.

After Xia Jing beat him up, he twitched the corners of his lips, and wanted to simply turn around and leave.

But for some reason, he turned halfway around and stopped again.

The eyelids droop slightly.

A few seconds later, Xia Jing turned around——

He lifted Ti Song Yang's chin with his toes.

The man lost consciousness again, and could only let Xia Jing play tricks on him, and that handsome and resolute face could not help but be tainted with a trace of fragile beauty.

Xia Jing tilted his head, his eyes slowly swept across Song Yang's beautiful eyes, high nose bridge, light-colored lips...

His eyes were full of interest.

After a while, Xia Jing licked his lips and chuckled.

I have to admit, this guy does attract him a little bit.

It would be a pity to die here.

Xia Jing raised his chin, thought for a moment, and gave Tuanzi a look.

The thought was transmitted to the Golden Retriever's consciousness. The Golden Retriever pricked up his ears and rushed into the safe house. After a while, he took out an injection and a small shield.

Xia Jing squatted down again, plunged the needle into Song Yang's chest roughly, and pushed the "3-minute wake-up medicine" into Song Yang's body.

Throwing the shield on the man, the small shield immediately became invisible, and the man was quickly hidden in the surrounding color, and he could not be seen at first glance.

After doing this, Xia Jing took out the dream monster props from Song Yang's space bag, and then threw the small cloth bag back on Song Yang's body.

The young man smiled and said, "I'll see you again when I have a chance."

"Song Yang."

Feng Shi and Jia Qing waited in Song Yang's personal space for nearly three hours.

During these three hours, the two of them didn't speak a word, and the atmosphere was full of anxiety and tension.

Three hours later, the red light in the private login room came on and the door was opened.

Jia Qing and Feng Shi stood up abruptly.

"Song Yang!"

"Brother Yang!"

Song Yang's body was covered with shocking blood, but his complexion was not too ugly.

Just expressions, very subtle.