Chapter 230: Ghost love is coming (3)

The city's skeletons made a puppet show.
Because of the wrong team formation, some temporary patchwork players lacked a tacit understanding, and a small proportion of them did not follow the one-person-one-ghost approach to team formation due to time constraints, resulting in the failure to discover the whereabouts of the skeleton in time and was eliminated.
The attack power of a single skeleton is not strong, but it wins in a ghost, and the rib that they pull out from the chest is a very evil door. Once stabbed in the heart by the rib, no matter what level of player you are, the health value is instantly cleared.
Players in the same group share health, but this requires players to deploy their own. The system will not help you weigh them. If it is in the correct teaming mode, the player finds that the health of his teammates is reduced, he can distribute his health to the opponent in time to overcome the difficulties. The way of sharing life points is also very simple, it can be operated by mind only, but it must be voluntary.
However, some people clearly scored, and the teammate was still killed. They immediately reflected that this person was not the right teammate, but it was too late.
The person in front of him was dead and his health was divided, but the right teammate didn't know where.
However, in ten minutes, the latest data on the task wall of the game lobby showed that the number of eliminations was 2735.
The lesson of blood helps players gradually understand the correct way of playing. Everyone starts to form teams in groups of three or five. Even if you can’t find your teammates first, you must ensure that people and ghosts stay together at the same time. .
Skeletons are haunted and their whereabouts are unpredictable. There are also players who use floating skills or props to fly up the night sky along the silk threads that manipulate the skeletons, trying to find the behind-the-scenes oss, but this kind of prying action only exchanges "hanging wire strangulation".
The transparent line is like a large array of coiled wire, which easily traps the player. The silk bound the limbs and neck, and gently pulled it, and when his neck was crooked, it became another kind of "puppet." The twisted body hung in the sky, alerting everyone.
Although the growth of the number of eliminations has gradually declined, it has not stopped. Various shops and houses on the roadside have become a refuge for players, especially shops with a lot of people.
At this time, people who dare to walk on the street are either daring artists or fools.
Tang Cuo and Jin Cheng belong to the former without a doubt.
After repelling the first wave of skeletons, they determined the identity of the opponent's teammates by sharing life points for the first time. Tang Cuo lost 3% when he hit the skull, Jin Cheng made up the 3% for him, which was convenient and quick.
"It seems that I took the nanny card in this round." Jin Cheng teased himself.
Tang Cuo didn't talk much, looking up at the corpse in the sky, still thinking about the painting that Jin Cheng had said. Tang Cuo did not really see the painting, so he was not critical, but he was keenly aware of a strange sense of violation in this game.
A large copy, with so many players in the game, why are so many people defeated in the selection of teammates? How does the system determine who is teammate with whom?
"Meet Jinfeng Yulu", why did he meet Jin Cheng on the bridge? Why not others?
In this game, people and ghosts partner, day and night mode switching, and then life sharing, it seems simple, but it is really necessary to operate, but it is not a temporary partner.
In Yongye City, who can have absolute trust in whom?
And they clearly knew the general rules of the game before the game started. Why are they so unprepared to lose to their teammates? Ordinary players may not be prepared, but he is Tang Cuo.
In front of him, Jin Cheng was not an ordinary person.
Especially Jin Cheng asked him as soon as he met: "Have I ever seen you?"
Rather than asking this question, it is better to say that a person as strong as Jin Cheng can't see the position of the skeleton and can't hear the sound of the skeleton, and can help Tang Cuo next to him. How could Tang Cuo not know him like this one person? ? Even if you haven’t seen it before, you should have heard about it.
Very strange, very incompatible.
Or, Jin Cheng is an npc created by the system, just to confuse players.
Or, they both knew before that the system erased their memories of each other at the beginning of the game. Both are not difficult to think of.
But these are Tang Cuo's conjectures after all. He can't confess to a person who has no impression in his mind, and he has to look at it before confessing. He pondered a little and asked, "Is there anything in your body that can prove your identity?"
Jin Cheng suddenly blessed the soul, "You said that I am now?"
Tang Cuo nodded.
Jin Cheng then groped through his body and found a jade card with the word "Xun" engraved on it, which looked like a surname. Tang Cuo saw the jade card and lifted his sleeve to reveal his right arm, but there was a lotus pattern on his forearm.
Tang Cuo: "The system does not say a specific customs clearance method, right?"
Jin Cheng: "Yes."
Tang Cuo: "Then there is a story line."
The words didn't fall, and Tang Cuo suddenly cut him on the side of Jin Cheng. The blade wiped Jin Cheng's arm and fell, almost cutting off his sleeve. He should have avoided it, but subconsciously let him stand on the spot, unmoved.
He felt that Tang Cuo would not be afraid, so the subconscious avoidance had become subconscious trust.
It's really interesting.
Jin Cheng marveled in his heart. Tang Cuogan withdrew his skeleton, and turned back to see his expression, and the suspicion in his heart became heavier-he must have known Jin Cheng before.
But what does it matter?
This trend is not so good.
Tangcuo turned and ran.
Jin Cheng caught up, "How can you leave me alone, where are you going?"
Tangcuo: "Xunfu House."
At this time in the different degrees of space, holding the knocking heart bell became Wen Xiaoming. When Yan Yun left, he generously left the knocking heart bell and taught Wen Xiaoming the secret of manipulation to prevent Lin Yandong from suddenly losing control.
Wen Xiaoming took over the important task and did not dare to be negligent. He knew that his strength was not good, so he did not boldly think of ways to rescue Xiao Tong and Miao Qi, but instead used ringtones to suppress Lin Yandong's spiritual sea and try to keep it from making any big waves.
But in this way, he could not spy on the real situation under the sea surface, and according to Yan Yun's leaving, Miao Qi's remnant souls could be destroyed at any time.
There was really no way. Wen Xiaoming searched for a long time from his equipment library and found a small CD machine. Turn it on and play the "Great Compassion Mantra" in a loop.
Amitabha, donors.
There is no other way for this genius. If you accidentally die, the right should be excessive.
"Dingling." Wen Xiaoming rang the bell while he was on the side of Amitabha.
At the bottom of the sea, Miao Qi heard the bell. He still clenched the red line connecting Lin Yandong in his hand, protecting Lin Yandong carefully, but his own consciousness was blurred again. The sound of the bell made him find a trace of wisdom, but it was only a trace, he could only barely open his eyes and vaguely saw the situation around him.
Who is that?
The dim seabed, except for the shimmer that Lin Yandong seemed to be able to extinguish at any time, had no light. A figure slowly settled in this dim, far away, Miao Qi could not see his face clearly, but inexplicably felt a little familiar.
Who is it?
He began to think, but his brain hurt when he thought. He covered his head in pain, and at this moment, a call drilled into his ear.
"Just..."
"Just..."
"Lin Jinzhi!"
Surname Lin, sir?
Miao Qi was sober that she could see the face of Lai Ren. The warden Xiao Tong, it really was him, he really came, but soon Miao Qi's joy was replaced by anxiety. He saw countless twisted human faces biting Xiao Tong's spirit, they were entangled and refused to leave, dragging Xiao Tong, refused to let him come over.
Xiao Tong reached out to Lin Yandong, but he was swallowed by thick darkness in the blink of an eye, which only allowed people to vaguely see the struggling shadow and chaos.
"Let him go!" Miao Qi was very angry, but he could recall his husband's glimmer of hope, how could he tolerate these ridiculous faces to destroy it.
"Let him go!" His voice was muffled in the water, but it was mixed with great anger, as if bombs exploded in the water, and the storm rolled up on the seabed.
The storm passed, and the chaos seemed clear.
The intermittent Great Compassion comes through the sea. It carries great compassion, but it seems to maintain absolute reason, over and over again, just like the sound of the Buddha above the nine days.
Followed by the sound of the Buddha, there was Xiao Tong's demise: "Miao Qi, you are the master here! Wake up!"
"You can control everything here!"
"Miao Qi!"
Bells, Buddhist sounds, the roar of the face and Xiao Tong's drinking, knocked Miao Qi's Tianling cover again and again. With a click, it seemed as though some barriers had been broken, a cool meaning burrowed into his skull, and he looked up horrificly.
Yes, he is the real master of this body, whether it is a gentleman or Xiao Tong or the twisted faces in front of him, they are all outsiders.
He has to be his own master.
Here, only he can protect Mr.
Miao Qi, who had figured this out, seemed to be staring at the spirit body. A trace of perseverance flashed on his face again, and some kind of fanaticism gathered in his bright eyes, like a faithful believer finally seeing the gods.
He took a deep breath and pointed his hand at the dark, intertwined sea above his head. The five fingers spread out, and the enthusiasm in his eyes gradually turned into decisiveness, with a roar: "Go!!!!"
Get out of my body! ! !
"Ahhhhhh--" Numerous screams were torn by the storm, and the sudden burst of light made all the darkness disappear.
The twisted human face seemed to be irresistible, like a frightened bird screaming and fleeing, but a part was still torn and engulfed. The bottom of the sea began to swell, and all the undercurrents were swept by this powerful impact, colliding with each other, cold and broken.
Wen Xiaoming, who was ringing the bell, seemed to be photographed face-to-face by the waves, spitting out blood while holding the black iron cage. But he did not care about his injury, staring at Lin Yandong and Xiao Tong in amazement, and hurriedly investigated.
At this look, he was stunned.
The sea seemed to be clearer, and there were huge waves on the sea, but the huge waves beat and foamed, which was very clean and pure foam.
Under the sea, Miao Qi gritted her teeth and made her final efforts.
After the mental body became slightly solidified, he was finally able to directly touch Lin Yandong. But he knew it was just a glimpse of light, so he had to make a final stroke in this last time.
So he held Lin Yandong and wanted to take him away from the cold, invisible seabed.
Xiao Tong reached out to him, and for the first time in their eyes, they had a tacit understanding.
"Take him away!" Miao Qi pushed hard, pushing Lin Yandong towards Xiao Tong.
Xiao Tong grabbed him tightly, and it happened that he grabbed Lin Yandong's wrist wearing a bead. There is a red thread wrapped around the beads, and the thread is floating, connected with Miao Qi's red scarf.
Miao Qi still held his hands high, and the undercurrent in the water listened to his orders, and he and the two gradually went to the sea. The red thread was constantly stretched and stretched like this, and was pulled from his red scarf.
"Miao Qi!" Xiao Tong couldn't help shouting at him.
Miao Qi smiled at him.
The laugh was immediately overwhelmed by the comeback faces, and they ripped angrily, bringing a greater counterattack. The young man who was actually strange to Xiao Tong disappeared in front of him.
Xiao Tong didn't know how to react, and a heart was pulled. But he knew that he could not stay at this moment, and he had to go up, up, and up constantly until he surfaced.
The truth is waiting for them outside.
No matter what kind of ending it will bring to them, he must take Lin Yandong to face. Whether it is life or death, success or failure, can not lose this last courage to face.
I will not escape again, and I will not deceive myself again.
Life has been hurrying for more than 100 years, and now Xiao Tong has to be worthy of his 20-year-old self.
Now Lin Yandong is also worthy of Lin Jinzhi, who is 20 years old.