Chapter 255: Ghost love is coming (26)

A k27219 triggered a wave of speculation from players, but in view of the lack of more information, everyone quickly shifted the focus to the possible effects of this new list.
As we all know, the three lists of Yongye City are black list, red list and white list. The black list is Mr. Raven's key list of attention. Jin Cheng, the former leader, was fined more than once in the f zone.
What now?
What will happen to the list of good friends?
This question is temporarily unsolved, because most of the people on this list are still trapped in the copy of "Human and Ghost Love Is Not Ended", and they don’t even know that the list change that occurred in the game lobby has not yet Discover what has changed in yourself.
Tang Cuo held the document in his hand, his face sober. He tried to speak several times, but remained silent for three minutes. Then he put down the file and stood up, saying, "You must hurry up and do it as soon as possible."
Jin Cheng said with a smile: "I thought you would persuade me."
Tang Cuo: "I only ask you, are you sure?"
Jin Cheng: "You can give it a try."
The document is not a serious work content, but something about the belief system written by Jin Cheng while taking advantage of the fish during the meeting. As he said, for most players, the survival value is more difficult than the plot line.
With more than two hours left, it's even harder to walk through the plot line with guaranteed survival.
What Jin Cheng wrote about the use of the power of faith. There is no surprise that the belief system is powerful, but how to use the collected belief power is a subject worthy of study.
"I've actually tried it, and it's the simplest and most direct way to use it as a pure energy attack. Giving feedback in the spirit sea is also a way, but this feedback is limited to those players who have established a belief connection with me. But The survival value this time depends on their teammates."
So Jin Cheng left thinking right, constantly exploring in his mind other similar battle routes he had seen before, studying the rules of Yongye City, which even involved some of Tang Cuo’s experience in Yongye City. There is no way to understand the conversion formula, and finally developed a new usage.
"Red blood buff." Tang Cuo Shen Sheng read the name.
The red blood buff is Jin Chengqi's name. The so-called buff is nothing more than a kind of amplification effect, and Jin Cheng's buff is used to increase the survival value of the player.
In the final analysis, the values ​​of Yongye City are nothing more than two words-energy. The abilities and magic used by players in battle are a kind of energy, and the survival value is also a kind of energy.
To put it simply, all these energies have different shells, but in fact their origins are the same, and they all come from the who built the Yongye City.
Therefore, Yongye City can have a variety of fighting methods, no matter who it is, from which it can develop its own way, relying on the ever-changing energy itself.
Since the energy is inter-connected, in theory, Jin Cheng's power of faith can also become the survival value of the player. As long as he finds a suitable way to transform it, the red blood buff is his achievement.
Compress the power of faith into a buff, and throw it all over the city. Even if the player who gets the buff can't reach 100 points immediately because of the low survival value, he can use the buff to hold his teammate's breath and grab the time to complete the plot line.
In the last two hours, Tang Cuo knew that Jin Cheng was not kidding. Now that the whole city is moving, it is possible to push it like this.
Even if this possibility is not high.
"The last question, how to deal with the ghost players who have died teammates?" Tang Cuo asked.
Teammates die, ghost players can't earn survival value, even if the plot line is completed, they still can't pass the customs. "Human Ghost Love is Coming" has been a team task since the beginning, and the death of teammates should not be rare.
"You can only do one." Jin Cheng thought for a long time and said, "Like Lin Yandong."
Tang Cuoming was clear. If Lin Yandong can forcibly open the channel of Yongye City to the world through the resentment system, then Jin Cheng can also use the belief system to forcefully break the barrier between Yongye City and the copy, and take away those ghost players who cannot leave. It's just that at that time, whether Jin Cheng's state can be sustained, and the number of ghost players who have died of his teammates, will not exceed his tolerance, are unknown.
As Jin Cheng said, you can only do one.
"Let's go." Tangcuo didn't talk much. Since the red blood buff is going to radiate players all over the city, then they must stand on a high place, and now the financial building where they are located is high enough.
The wind at the top is cold and blowing, and as you can see from a distance, those high-rise buildings seem to sway in the wind.
Tonight in Hangzhou, there are still no stars in the sky.
Tang Cuo looked at Jin Cheng who was standing on the edge of the roof. He wore a straight suit that was not like the players of Yongye City. The collar and cuff buttons were pulled apart, revealing a bit of randomness.
Starlight is in his eyes.
"Are you ready?" He turned back, his mouth still smiling as usual.
"You can start at any time." Tang Cuo answered him in this way, his eyes were as cold and firm as before, but the starlight in Jin Cheng's eyes was reflected in it, and it looked as if he was exceptionally brilliant. He said: "Don't worry that the power of faith will dry up, there is me."
"Ok?"
"I am one in ten thousand."
Tang Cuo is also one of the players wearing badges of evil spirits. Among the power of faith collected by Jin Cheng, there is already his share. If energy can be marked with numerical values, then when he exhausts everything, how much faith can be provided to Jin Cheng, no one knows.
K did not know that things like belief system and resentment system are not common, and there are fewer cases at the same time. In Yongye City, the more advanced things, the less relevant descriptions, the fewer restrictions, the higher the degree of freedom. The same belief system falls into the hands of different players, and may end up in two completely different development paths.
He still remembers that the last time the belief system appeared, it was developed into a star attraction by players, which is a hundred times more evil than the grudge system.
When you think of a Buddha and become a devil, this is the Yongye City.
K began to look forward to turning the tide, and put down the cup in his hand. He looked up at the Leifeng Tower across the lake. He can clearly see the expression on everyone's face, Chi Yan's innocence and perseverance, the tension, expectation, worry, and indifference on the faces of the players who came to send materials.
Even Zheng Yingying's disobedience and failure to admit her life are vivid and vivid.
"Look there!" someone pointed to the sky and exclaimed.
Chi Yan and others glanced past, and saw an arrow pierce the sky and go straight into the clouds. Jin Cheng's metal arrows can only be Jin Cheng's arrows.
Sure enough, in the next second, the arrow burst into the sky and sent Jin Cheng's words to everyone's ears. It's a sonic arrow.
"Everyone, there are more than two hours left. It's time to race against the time. Players who have already completed the evil spirit badge, please don't give up hope. Whether you believe me or not, you only believe in miracles, I only have one sentence If you want to live, please speed up and save yourself."
When the words fell, everyone had no time to express their views on what seemed to be the story before the war. A crisp Dingdong suddenly fell like a wind from the top of the tall building.
It was a harp-like sound, a foreign tune.
It comes from the mainland of Sicily.
Dingdong's piano sounds converged into a beautiful melody, gradually drifting in the Yongye City, and everyone soon discovered that there were countless scattered light spots along with the notes flowing.
Someone unconsciously raised his hand to use it, and the moment the fingertip touched, the system prompt sound also sounded in his ear.
"Ding!"
"Congratulations on triggering the red blood buff!"
He immediately opened the system panel to inquire, and only glanced at it, and the surprise magnified infinitely in his eyes. He then turned to look at the direction of the music, he knew that Jin Cheng and Tang Cuo were there.
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
"Ding!"
More and more red blood buffs are triggered, where countless surprises converge, Jin Cheng sits on the floor with a small harp in his arms, and Tang Cuo stands with a sword beside him. This scene seemed to be back when he was on the mainland of Sicily, Jin Cheng was the arrogant poet, and he was the silent and heroic knight beside the poet.
His sword was shining, it was the ruling Shenghui. It is rumored that when ruling that Sheng Hui shines on the earth, all darkness will disappear.
Almost everyone saw the light.
That's called hope.
From the safe area of ​​East Cross Street to the lifting of the suicide ban, to the No. 2 movement, to today's red blood buff, I hope to have been there.
As long as you look up.
Someone looked up and watched the light suddenly collapse. The hand that was raised high and grabbed something on the table and wanted to fall was also there. All the anger, grievances, and unwillingness broke out at this moment.
He wept bitterly, but the people around him were unheard of. Because he is a ghost player, he loses his qualifications as a person and is naturally excluded from the world.
In the bar on this street, the full house of laughter had nothing to do with him, and his teammates died, leaving him alone. But what can he do? Jin Cheng said "please don't give up hope", is he really hopeful?
With tears in his eyes, he finally suppressed his indignation, put down his hand, and stumbled away from the bar.
The bartender turned right here, saw the lighter on the table, picked it up suspiciously, and mumbled: "Shouldn't this be in the lost and found box? Who took it out again, but that A guest has been here for so long, why haven't he come to get it..."
In the hospital, people woke up one after another. The survival value is full, no matter where you are, ghost players automatically wake up from the bed, everyone look at me, I look at you, look at each other.
The next second, as if they had been pressed, they screamed in surprise, pulled out the needle, and immediately got out of bed and rushed out of the ward.
"Lying trough, like a corpse in the middle of the night, woke up in a row!"
"Getit."
"Come on, everyone, brother Jin has started solo again, but don't let him down."
"Wait, I'll pick up the buff first and talk about it."
The red channel squad's taxi channel has never stopped making fun of jokes. Su Miaomiao put down the intercom, rolled down the window and looked at the direction of the tall building, and then said to the passengers in the back seat:
"Friend, it seems that you don't have to rush to earn any survival value. Let your boss call you overtime that night to die, where is your plot point, I will send you over."
five minutes later.
"You, you drive slowly, points are deducted for speeding!"
"Haha, it doesn't matter that I have a buff, sit tight!"
The car left in the middle of the empty street in the middle of the night. Su Miaomiao also forgot to press the green light of the "empty car" on the taxi, carrying the passengers all the way, faster than she ran with power.
"Huh--" The wind rolled leaves and confuses the pedestrian at the crossroads.
He jumped and scolded at the back, but wanted to know that it was definitely a player who just drove past. Look at the license plate number, mom, it's Su Miaomiao.
"Slap." He raised his hand and snapped his fingers.
At the corner of the street, the two traffic policemen who were responsible for stopping the car and checking the drunk driving had just stepped into the car to chase the bold arrogant Su Miaomiao, their fingers dropped, and they looked at them blankly, suddenly forgetting what they had to do.
[Memory Removal] From the 49th in the Red List, Pei Shang, Department of Mind Control, known as "Master of Memory". The non-members of the Red List Squad refused to formally join because they did not deal well with Su Miaomiao, a crazy woman.
After finishing this, he quickly rushed elsewhere. "Slap, crack, crack", clean up the mess everywhere, snap his fingers and hit his fingers with headaches, and then start to doubt life-why did he have to give this skill such a sand sculpture gesture?
He is not a bully.
At the Leifeng Pagoda, Chi Yan's excited cry of "Aoao Aoao" shook Qian Wei's arm and pointed to the direction of the tall building, unable to say a neat word.
"My mind is about to be shaken out by you!" Qian Dawei yelled.
Peng Mingfan also raised his head and said: "It was originally water, and it would be gone if you shake it again."
Qian Wei: "Yeah, you- wait, why doesn't this sound so wrong?"
Chi Yan: "I'm so excited!"
Peng Mingfan & Qian Wei: I see it.
How can you be excited like a Christmas tree, with your whole body flashing blingbling.
"I think I'm in Europe now, you wait, grandpa, I will pick you unicorn blood right now!" Chi Yan lifted his sleeves, grabbed the bamboo rod handed by the player, and patted his shoulder pretendingly, old-fashioned Gave him a compliment.
The bamboo pole dangled close to Gaotian's apple, and everyone in the neighborhood was attracted to it, staring closely at it, looking at the little net bag—covering the apple at once!
Chi Yan yanked the apple down.
The clowns who were eating melons applauded him next to him. Without urging, they found out the corresponding gift box for him. The box opened, and several people gathered together to look at it, and it was indeed Qilin blood.
"Oh." Chi Yan raised his eyebrows on both sides. "Is it possible for a drop?"
Qian Wei: "I don't think so."
Peng Mingfan: "Let's pick it again."
Chi Yan: "Bao."
Time kept moving forward, and in a blink of an eye came day and night.
Driven by all parties, more and more people wake up from the hospital, and naturally there are more and more copies of customs clearance. After the customs clearance of these customs clearance, they are still in place, but the identity from the participating players into spectators.
"There is the last hour."
"No, fifty-nine minutes are now left."
"The number of unsuccessful customs clearance is 10732."
The task wall in the game lobby updates the copy data in real time, and the anxiety and worry regain the hearts of everyone. Fortunately, the music on the tall building has been there for the last half hour, and the melody has changed from a soothing wind in the wilderness to an epic war.
Dingdong sounds like a drum beat on the human heart, everyone is urged to keep moving forward and accelerating, even the players who stay in the game lobby watching can't help mentioning a heart, even breathing as if by the constantly beating figures Manipulation.
"6534."
"6023."
"5786."
"5234."
"God..."
"There are half an hour left. Why are there so many people who haven't cleared the level?!"
Some players are concerned about chaos, especially friends who are trapped in the game, anxious like ants on a hot pot. But some people quickly thought of that part of the ghost players without teammates, one heart sinking.
These people may not come back.
"Poof." Someone laughed out of the corner. Although the voice was very light, it was still captured by the people around. He didn't take it seriously, but soon he found that the atmosphere had changed.
This is the place where Yong Ye City has always been indifferent, but he just smiled today, but the people around him cast unsightly eyes on him.
Something has changed.
At least today, the few people who once fought a turnaround turned into a majority, and the situation turned over. He closed his mouth consciously and waved his hand to show that he was just unintentional.
At this time, a cry of surprise broke out from the crowd: "It has dropped to more than four thousand!"
The timely number on the task wall becomes 4917, so many players remain trapped in the game, but from here, the decline in numbers has become extremely slow. It used to be hundreds or tens of drops, but now it has become a single digit.
At this time, the door of reincarnation was completely closed, with the last eighteen minutes remaining.
Tang Cuoye has rushed to the last plot point to ensure that he and Jin Cheng can successfully clear the customs.
Jin Chengneng can develop a red blood buff, and it is naturally not a problem to fill up his own survival value. Tang Cuo woke up directly from the hospital without any stay, and went straight to the venue where the boy performed for the first time.
But when he was about to arrive at his destination, he suddenly sensed something and turned his head to look in Jin Cheng's direction. He is not sure whether it was sensed through the connection between his teammates or the belief system, but one thing is certain, Jin Cheng is not in good condition.
"Slap--" It was the sound of broken strings and the music was interrupted.
All the players in the entire Yongye City raised their heads together.
Tang Cuo's expression changed suddenly, without any hesitation, and immediately distributed his life to Jin Cheng. This is the rule given at the beginning of the copy, and the health value is shared among teammates.
At the same time, he pulled out the sword of adjudication, his palm quickly crossed the blade, and the blood drenched the blade, ruling Shenghui skyrocketed.
Faith, how to deliver?
Tang Cuo thought about this question carefully.
Jin Cheng said that the belief system came from the mainland of Sicily, and that is the same origin as his ruling sword. Maybe he could, like on the continent of Sicily, like one of the oldest knights, sacrifice the faith with the etiquette of knights.
"Wow." The long sword was on the ground. He knelt on one knee with his sword, his palms pressed against the ground, closed his eyes, and called in his heart: "Jin Cheng."
"Did you hear that?"
"it's me."
A red line connects Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng, and spans more than half of the urban area, waving in the wind. The red line between teammates that only the audience can see, when Tang Cuo divided the life value to Jin Cheng, began to reveal a glimmer.
Many people noticed it and began to pay attention to it.
Jin Cheng, who was above the tall building, couldn’t see it. He was holding the piano with the broken string. The whole person kept the appearance of playing the piano, but his face was pale, his eyes were closed, his fingers were resting on the strings, but he seemed stiff to move. The tips are all blood stains.
Tang Cuo from afar knows that the belief system, the grudge system, and the ghost player's three-party wrestling will be injured if they are careless. It is a miracle that he used the power of faith on such a large scale to support the signs of collapse until now.
"Jin Cheng."
Tang Cuo did not give up the call.
"Did you hear that?"
Even if there is no answer.
"From now on, I will give you everything I have."
Tang Cuo slowly lowered his head, and palm blood continued to flow down the blade, like some kind of ancient sacrificial ritual, flowing with blood, it was his hot soul.
The light of the Sword of Judgment became stronger and stronger, and finally a hint of gold was revealed by the rich white light, and then followed the swaying red line to Jin Cheng's wrist.
It was like a meteor, a meteor flying in the reverse direction from the ground to the sky.
"Brother!!!" Chi Yan climbed to the highest point of Leifeng Tower, hugged the spire, screamed loudly, and a heart was about to jump out of his throat.
"The last eleven minutes left." Peng Mingfan glanced at the time, his tone weak.
Jin Cheng must have happened, and everyone knows what the line represents, and the other end is Tang Cuo.
Is he saving him?
Can it be done?
Can those thousands of people be saved?
"It's too late!" The players in the game lobby watched the numbers stop beating and settled at the final 4321.
4321, much like a countdown.
"Ten minutes left."
"Nine minutes."
"Eight and a half."
"Boom--" Stiff fingers plucked the strings, and Jin Cheng opened his eyes again. Although his face was still pale, there was still a smile in his eyes glancing at his wrists.
Playing the piano should be a pleasant thing.
He closed his eyes again, although his whole body was tight, and even blue muscles burst in his neck, but his gesture of playing the strings was still freehand. Those hands are naturally suitable for playing the piano. The phalanx is slender. Even if you hold the gun and bow all the year round, there are not many cocoons.
The moment the piano sound re-started, Tangcuo also stood up from the ground and rushed to the final plot point for a moment. The change just now made him lose his precise judgment of time. He didn't know how many minutes were left, but it didn't matter, just rush forward.
Don't ask the way or return, just go forward.
"Bang!" When the destination arrived, Tangcuo pushed the door in and struck the door. The door bounced back on the wall and shocked the guests. They looked at Tang Cuo in unison, opened their mouths in amazement, and panicked when they saw the blood fingerprints left on the door.
Regardless of Tang Cuo, he rushed to the bar, grabbed the bartender's collar directly, pointed the photo on his phone to his eyes, and asked, "Look carefully. On May 7, a year ago, this guest named Cheng Shen Have you been here before?"
"This, this..." The bartender was frightened, but he was afraid of his life, so he stared at the photo on the phone. "Ah, this is the guest who has lost something but hasn't come to take it. !He's been here, here!"
Tang Cuo: "Lost something? Where, take it, immediately!"
The bartender quickly took out a lighter from the lost-and-claimed box and handed it to Tang Cuo. He was secretly glad that he didn't know who turned it over, otherwise he wouldn't remember it for a while.
Tang Cuo took something, confirmed that the progress bar had moved 5% forward, and immediately went downstairs. This bar is located in a small and famous art street area. The first floor is the bar, and the negative first floor is the performance venue. It can be used for some underground bands. It can accommodate about three or four hundred audiences.
When walking down the stairs to the real performance venue, Jin Cheng on the tall building stood holding the piano.
"The last two minutes left." Peng Mingfan's voice tightened.
Jin Cheng put away the small harp and took out his mechanical bow. Take a deep breath and pull the bowstring, but there is no arrow on the bowstring, the arrow condenses between his fingers.
The golden long arrow, formed by the power of faith, is for the arrow of decisiveness.
The arrow pointed at the sky.
But the bow has not been fully pulled away.
The tough bowstring was almost cut into the flesh and blood of Jin Cheng's fingers, his lips closed tightly, silently, just staring at the tip of the arrow and pulling the bow away little by little, undoubtedly.
Tang Cuo hasn't finished the last 5%. In this performance venue, what is the evidence to prove that Cheng Shen has come? He stood in the middle of the stage, his eyes quickly sweeping around, but he had no clue.
Perhaps, this last clue is not Cheng Shen, at the end of childhood?
"No, it's too late..." Peng Mingfan's usual calm face also appeared anxious, and he lifted it in one breath, and didn't go down for a long time. "Last ten seconds."
"ten."
"nine."
"Eight."
"Tick." An abrupt voice interrupted his countdown.
Many people heard this supposedly tiny voice. Some people frowned and felt familiar, and soon they knew the answer.
"Time is in control!"
"Rong Yi!"
In the Lingyin area, flying to the peak, Rong Yi reached out his right hand, the pocket watch fell from his finger, the golden chain wobbled, and a click sounded, and the second hand, minute hand, and hour hand all stopped rotating.
"Freeze." The words fell and the invisible ripples spread throughout the city.
The time is fixed in the last three seconds.
Everyone in the copy of "Human Ghost Love is Coming", including players and npc, are all in place and cannot move, but the audience outside the copy is not affected.
The audience near Fei Lai Feng saw Leng Miao appear next to Rong Yi and took him to tear open the crack.
Tang Cuo felt that someone pushed him behind him, and his sluggish body resumed his actions. But he turned around, but no one was behind him. Leng Miao had already brought Rong Yi behind Jin Cheng.
Rong Yi's face is not much better than Jin Cheng's, and it can be seen that suspending the entire copy time for such a large movement is extremely expensive. He eased his breath before raising his hand to catch Jin Cheng's shoulder.
"Okay." He pushed gently, and Jin Cheng regained his freedom. But he didn't look back, his hands were still holding the bow.
The mechanical bow was finally drawn to the full string, and the arrow of decisiveness was already golden.
"Eh--" The arrow left.
When Jin Guang was in full bloom in the sky, Tang Cuo finally found a record from the mobile phone a year ago. At the end of the year, the boy put it on the electronic calendar and added a note on May 7th.
Such hidden clues are really hard to find.
[The first signed album of my life was sent. Although it was transferred by someone else, I didn’t see the fan himself, but I will always remember this day. He said that his surname is cheng. I don't know which cheng it is. I wish this Mr. Cheng happiness and happiness. 】
"Ding!"
"Congratulations to the players for successfully completing the third episode of the story, the large-scale reality show "The Ghost Story is Coming" is now complete!"