Gu Mian never imagined that she would be treated like the protagonist of Qidian.com.
But the current situation is really weird.
It is obviously unlikely that the Earth, which is dedicated to murdering itself, would turn around.
At this time, another gust of wind blew, and Chu Changge turned his head to look in the direction of the wind.
The wind seems to be particularly naughty tonight.
The wind blew the cloth strips around his wrists with a rustling sound, and even his clothes caught the wind. The night wind blew his clothes into a slightly bulging ball shape, and then left whining through the gaps.
The moon still hangs high in the night sky, as if the moon in a fairy tale world should be so huge and bright.
The craters on the lunar surface are clustered together, forming small patches of shadow, like an ink print on the bright moon. The interlaced shadows actually create a strange beauty.
Then Chu Changge spoke slowly: "There is at least one original NPC in this dungeon, and it is the culprit that caused the players in the dungeon to be assimilated."
Perhaps it cannot be described as the culprit.
After all, that is just the task of the NPC.
"Do you still want to stay here?" At this moment, Chu Changge suddenly said something meaningless.
The fat man looked at him strangely: "It's not up to us to decide whether to stay in this copy, right?"
The fat man only glanced at Chu Changge and was attracted by the huge bright moon behind him. In the middle of the night, the moon was covered by thick dark clouds, and no light could shine on him.
But in the second half of the night, this dreamy and huge moon had completely emerged from the dark clouds. It burst out with fierce light, and even the originally dark forest was illuminated like a fairy tale.
No, this turns out to be a fairy tale world...it's just not the same as the fairy tale world they know. This is a strange fairy tale world...
Gu Mian looked up at the moon.
The little girl's basket of lighters was still slung on his body, but because the road was too bumpy when carrying 007 on his back, three of the lighters had long been lost and would have been worth a lot of money if sold.
The little girl's clothes that Gu Mian snatched away were still there. At this time, they had been crumpled into tatters and stuffed into the basket that originally contained the lighter. They looked extremely miserable.
Thanks to this broken basket, Gu Mian still has some relationship with this copy, so he won't be ejected directly with a "biu" sound.
It's just that he always feels like something is coming.
That thing is not the cold wind that visits from time to time, but something that is closer and more consistent with this copy.
Very strange feeling.
Gu Mian, who has been targeted by life for many years, has long developed a sixth sense that is different from ordinary people. His ability to perceive danger is particularly strong, so Gu Mian knows that what is approaching them now is not "danger", but another kind of weirdness.
s things.
This was a feeling Gu Mian had never felt before, and it seemed a little familiar.
At this time, others seemed to realize something.
Because the howling wind suddenly stopped at some point, the swaying branches and leaves also stopped, and nothing seemed to be moving under the dark night.
At first glance, this is an absolutely beautiful picture, with a full moon, silver frost, and a forest, but everything looks very weird.
And soon, several people present heard an unusual noise.
Chu Changge frowned and stared at the direction from which the sound came: "Here he comes."
The sound of footsteps came from the dense forest in the distance.
The sound was neither fast nor slow, and the sound of dead branches being trampled to pieces continued to sound. The fat man turned his head hard and looked into the forest where the sound came from, but he could not see anything.
It didn't take long.
The footsteps coming from the distance got closer and closer, and finally they were almost in front of you.
At this time, Gu Mian finally saw the person coming.
Maybe it's not a human being.
There is no life, no fluctuation...and no face.
Only the pen held tightly in his right hand made him look a little more human.
The huge bright moon behind him perfectly complemented the face without facial features.
The fat man said silently: "Is this the one that Brother Chu was talking about...the first NPC?"
Why did he appear suddenly?
At this time, Xiao Qiao's voice reached his ears, and it was a very determined tone - "Yes"
The fat man glanced at her subconsciously.
I saw that this actress who usually didn't care much about her acting skills had completely given up controlling her expression. At this time, her face seemed as if it would fall off her skull at any time and hit the ground with a "snap".
The visitor finally spoke.
"I am An Tusheng, the butcher's butcher"
He has no mouth, but he can make sounds.
The sound came from all directions, as if all the trees in the forest came alive and rushed to speak for him. The ethereal sounds coming from all directions gave 007, who was sitting by the tree, a headache.
She frowned and looked up, and saw that the moon in the sky seemed to have grown a mouth, saying "I am An Tusheng".
The people present did not speak, and An Tusheng then spoke.
Of course, opening up was just Gu Mian's imagination. There were no facial features on that round face as flat as a pie, and there was no mouth that could be opened.
"I am not the fairy tale writer Andersen you are familiar with. I am different from him, but I have no choice but to develop into such an existence."
When he said this, the fat man suddenly shivered hard for no reason.
Gu Mian looked at the half-dimensional face in front of her.
Now as long as he rushes up and saws at this "butcher's butcher", then the few people present can leave the dungeon immediately.
But the strange feeling rising in his heart prevented him from doing so.
I have to say that this origin NPC is really full of nonsense. Several people here heard him tell stories inexplicably - let's call them stories.
"I was born of fear, joy and regret"
"When I was born, there was darkness around me, but there were countless emotions surrounding me, so I began to explore slowly."
"Slowly, I gained a lot from these emotions, including happiness, anger, regret, sadness, and many others, but I could never learn it. It was not until later that I discovered more colorful things."
"That's everyone's story"
When An Tusheng said this, the chill on the fat man became even more intense.
The wind here had obviously stopped, but he felt an even more terrifying, shuddering cold.
Not far away, 007 was obviously thinking of something, and his face began to turn pale.
"Everyone is a strange world. I explore their stories, and I am constantly craving for fresher and different experiences."
"But it's not enough, far from enough..."
"Probably because my desire was too strong, God gave me a pen, and I began to write my own story."
Chu Changge listened silently.
The moonlight shone on his lenses, flashing a cold light.
This copy was not like this before, it had actually mutated a long time ago.
"I keep leaving those colorful people to be a part of the story, and my story continues to expand, and as you can see, it has become so prosperous..."
Gu Mian also understood something: "I'm afraid this copy..."
A spirit was produced.
soul.
Although it is very incredible, the fact is already before our eyes.
Before, it might have been a world full of zombies, or a hospital full of ghosts, but these are not important anymore.
This copy produced the "spirit"
An Tusheng is the soul of this copy.
He forcibly erased everything that existed before, and then stubbornly began to write his own story.
He forcibly cut off the control of the game in an attempt to keep all the players by his side.
It's really unheard of and unseen.
If it weren't for the pain that came from his back, Fatty would almost think he was in a dream.
It was already shocking to know that there might be real deaths in future dungeons, but now there is even more shocking news.
A copy can actually produce a soul? It’s really ridiculous.
This should be just a set of data, a pitiful set of data that can be erased at any time.
An Tusheng seemed to understand what the fat man was thinking.
He smiled.
A smile without facial features makes people feel very strange, as if their brain suddenly started laughing for no reason.
"Everything can have life, even a set of data or a number."
"The meaning of life is to carry the feelings of others."
"As long as someone gives sincere feelings, whether it is resentment or expectation, whether it is sadness or joy, as long as someone still remembers it in their heart, and someone can never forget it, then they exist and are alive."
"That's why I have life"
"And I showed up today because I was entrusted by someone to tell you something..."
When An Tusheng said this, he suddenly paused, and the fat man's head trembled, feeling as if he was about to say something unpleasant.
really.
"You understand, some things are different from me. They can only carry one relationship. If this relationship is forgotten, then it will sink in the darkness forever until..."
"An Tusheng!"
Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by an extremely loud voice. It seemed that he was eager to interrupt the sentence, and even his tone changed slightly.
The sound came from the forest, and no one could see the person who made the sound.
007's forehead jumped suddenly.
She was a little confused about the current situation. Who was the person making the noise in the forest? And what did An Tusheng mean?
And just after the changed words "An Tusheng" reached several people's ears, the scene in front of them suddenly became distorted.
Gu Mian has seen this situation too many times, and it is a sign that he is about to leave the dungeon.
It's just that this time it's very strange. Firstly, they didn't do anything to this dungeon, and secondly, they didn't do anything to this dungeon, but it actually automatically expels the players inside?
And even the copy reviewers didn’t come out.
Gu Mian didn't quite understand An Tusheng's last words.
The first few sentences are quite easy to understand, but the last sentence was interrupted...
While he was thinking, he raised his head again and looked through the distorted space at the being without facial features who was still standing in front of him.
At this moment, he seemed to hear An Tusheng's voice seeping from his heart.
"There's no time."
What followed was an extreme distortion of space.
It was as if everything had been twisted into twists and then broken into pieces.
Gu Mian suddenly felt a little numb in his head. When he came to his senses, he was already in the ticket booth.
Next to him were Chu Changge and Fatty who came out together.
This time I left the copy a little suddenly.
For some reason, the dungeon reviewers never showed up, even after they left the dungeon.
It's as if the reviewers didn't even know they had entered the fairy tale city.
At this time, Chu Changge next to him was still frowning.
He also discovered something unusual about the copy just now.
"There are no reviewers, is it because our copy data has been erased?" He looked at the door of the ticket booth.
There was still a continuous snowstorm outside, and the snow had accumulated to a terrifying thickness. Gu Mian estimated that the thickness of the snow could reach up to his knees.
Now is certainly not the time to check the thickness of the snow.
When he came to his senses, the data was erased, which meant there was no reward.
But that's not what Gu Mian cares about.
A "spirit" was created in the dungeon, and this "spirit" told them some incredible things in the dungeon, and finally secretly erased the data they had entered into that dungeon.