Chapter 1642 Tool Man God Horse Drop 12

Chapter 1642 Tool Man God Horse Drop 12

The success came too suddenly, in Qingu's sight, the flying figure drew a beautiful arc in the air like in slow motion, then landed heavily on the ground, and there was a little rebound before the dust finally settled .

And the surrounding people who were originally speeding vehicles in a hurry also became slower and slower in slow motion.

When the graceful figure completely fell to the ground and stood still, everything also froze.

Just like the last time in the detention center.

Qingu came to a conclusion: So, as long as the only "player" in this plot world hiccups, the plot will end? Then start the next round?

Chi Pian'er was also a little dazed at everything in front of him: "Hey, why did this happen? It can't be..."

Qingu can't control this body now, presumably, like everyone else in the field of vision, the pause button has been pressed.

Hearing the puzzlement of the paper, she hurriedly asked: "Has this happened before?"

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to guess that those taskers who are trapped in the body of the host in this plot world and cannot escape will definitely try any method that can crack the plot, such as killing the player.

The piece of paper replied: "That's right, some missionaries thought that the player might be the key to this world, as long as you kill the player, you can get rid of it, but..."

As he spoke, he was puzzled again.

Qingu: "But it didn't work even if you killed the player?"

Chi Pie'er hurriedly said: "That's right, that's right, it was clear that he had killed him a second ago, but Keke changed the scene in a blink of an eye, and then saw that player was intact again..."

Qingu suddenly thought of something, and asked, "What about the taskers in your sea of ​​consciousness? Could it be that they were punished by the heaven here?"

Paper: "I don't know exactly where they went. It's just that they disappeared when the consciousness returned. But... whenever the tasker kills the player, I feel that the player looks a little bit wrong."

Qingu: "What's wrong?"

"It's that kind, you understand...it just becomes very unrestrained and natural. How should I put it, I've been stuck here for so long, although those Zhixis look similar in appearance, character design and even the movements they do, but If you look carefully, there are still some differences. I think maybe they are not actually a person, just like my body, not myself. Each time the body is controlled by a different soul."

"But in general, those Zhixi's expressions and actions are a bit jerky and shy. To put it simply, they are a little reluctant to let go but have to do it. But the plot restarts after the tasker kills the player In the process, players will become very proactive, without any trace of being forced."

Qingu frowned slightly, and thought of a possibility through the words of the piece of paper-the player's soul was lost when he was killed by the task in the plot.

Just between the exchange of ideas between the two, the picture in front of them was distorted.

But it wasn't erased like it was erased like last time, but... Cracks appeared on the screen, just like a smashed glass mirror, the cracks continued to spread from the center to the surrounding chaps. Form a picture composed of countless fragments. Then these fragments began to peel off, one piece, two pieces, countless pieces, falling down one after another.

With the collapse of the world, there is no restart, and a new round of urban sweet pet drama begins.

On the contrary, she felt that the strange power imprisoned on her was relieved.

Even the piece of paper that had been clinging to the bottom of the sea of ​​consciousness really flew up like a light piece of paper at this time.

There was a voice of surprise: "Ah, my soul has not been consumed, I can finally stand up, I am free... ah——"

Even he himself didn't know how long he had been lying in his sea of ​​consciousness, but fortunately it was his soul, and he "stands up" with just one thought, and took off in a restored manner.

He excitedly circled the Lingtai in the center of the Sea of ​​Consciousness, "I'm free, I'm finally free, ah—"

After a while, he came back to his senses and realized that it was the erratic shadow on the altar that helped him, the piece of paper fluttered down on the altar, and was about to say thank you.

Suddenly, a familiar and strange feeling came.

This is the induction and tacit understanding between the main body's life magnetic field and the main body's soul, so his soul automatically becomes full at a speed that can be seen... It's like a transparent human-shaped balloon, which is gradually filled and becomes a complete three-dimensional human shape.

He was not used to looking at his hands, touching his face and pinching his legs: "I, I'm really back, woo woo..."

Qingu knows that she can leave this host now, she has already cracked this plot world.

It's just that this plot world is different from any one she has experienced before, and she always feels something weird.

Is it true that everyone here is like an NPC in the game world as previously conjectured?

But they are all real flesh and blood.

It's not that Qingu has never been to the two-dimensional world, and the real flesh and blood body can still be clearly distinguished from the data body.

Since it is a body of flesh and blood, how can everyone's words and deeds completely serve the plot?

All people and things revolve around the protagonist, which only exists in film and television dramas. For example, for those bad guys, the meaning of other people's lives is all about how to be right with the protagonist. For example, those followers, the meaning of their existence is to follow the protagonist to set off each other...

But in reality, as far as Qingu knows, even if there are people who really think about framing others all day long, they still have their own lives.

All in all, this world gives her a feeling between reality and game.

"Well, thank you..."

The sound of the piece of paper brought Qingu back to his thoughts. No, he shouldn't be called Paper Piece now, but the real owner of this body - Su Hengran.

At this time, Qingu found that this body also began to disintegrate, turning into pieces like ceramic figures, falling one after another, turning into powder.

Qingu looked at the ethereal man in front of him, although he was very hazy, but according to his outline, he was indeed tall and handsome.

She said: "You're welcome, even without you, I will spare no effort to survive. By the way, I think I already know the answer to why the previous taskers killed the player, not only failed, but also made the plot go smoothly."

Su Hengran was also very curious, and hurriedly asked, "Why?"

"Although I don't know what the real state of this world is, it also has its own rules - for example, killing people for their lives becomes killing people for their souls. Simply put: if a person with a soul kills another person, It is equivalent to ending the opponent's game career, and the killer needs to fill his own soul, enter the opponent's role and continue to complete the rest."