Chapter 2113 Unknown Plot (1/86)

The cell is cramped, damp, and dim, and the surrounding environment is so real that it makes people wonder whether this is reality or a game.

Bai Qiao has designed a game that transcends the times, and directly upgraded the entire industry, which is shocking.

It is worthy of being highly praised by players during the internal testing stage and listed as a masterpiece of cross-era works. It should be noted that the last company listed as a game industry involutionary demon was Mixiyou.

Wang Ling doesn't often play games, especially those that draw cards and pay for krypton gold. His luck is always good. Even if he doesn't pay for krypton gold, he can draw all the rare cards.

As for the cost of krypton gold, Wang Ling thinks it is better to save it to buy instant noodles. He doesn't know what Chen Chao and Guo Hao think. A single order of 648... is really willing to contribute all their wealth.

However, Wang Ling does not reject games. After all, the fun of the game itself is still there, and everything is fine as long as it is not excessive.

For example, this game "Sanxianer Magic Ring", Wang Ling originally thought it was meaningless, but now it seems to be a little more interesting than he imagined.

He closed his eyes and silently recited the mantra of the mental method, watching the passive layers of his "Gods Descend to Earth" mental method continue to stack up, and when it reached the 72nd layer.

Wang Ling already had 785/820 drops of blood, of which 70 drops were his initial blood. The original initial blood of the profession was 100 points, but because he was in a state of injury and hunger, Wang Ling lost 30 drops at the beginning of the game.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, now he has blood on the blood bar, even if the negative state makes him lose 5 points an hour, he can still last for a long time.

What is the concept of 820 drops of blood? In the Sanxianer magic circle, the small wave SS in the early map has about this much blood.

The prisoner was very surprised. He had never seen such a weird person who became more and more powerful as he went through more levels. In addition, he was "taunted" by Wang Ling at the beginning, which made him very angry.

Yes, this taunt is in double quotes. He thought Wang Ling was taunting him, but in fact Wang Ling really didn't.

Wang Ling himself felt wronged. He just said the truth. How could it be considered as showing off?

So now Wang Ling found that the look of the prison boss when he looked at him was very wrong.

Most likely he wanted to take revenge on him.

After a while, the door of the old room was opened, and it was the prison boss again.

Wang Ling saw that he looked at him fiercely with sharp eyes. He said: "You! Come with me!"

Soon, a system prompt came in front of Wang Ling.

[You have triggered an unknown plot]

It was not until this time that Wang Ling suddenly realized that something was wrong.

He was practicing here for a while, but he forgot the balance mechanism in the game. Since some of the spells of Baiqiao were designed according to the concept of heaven, it must have increased the monitoring intensity in terms of balance.

In other words, the plot he encountered at this stage was triggered by the game world for balance considerations.

After all, he had not even walked out of the first map of the novice village, and the overall blood volume of the character had exceeded 820, which was too outrageous.

As the jailer led him forward, Wang Ling carefully observed the surrounding environment, trying to find the bonfires around him.

Yes, in the Sanxianer magic circle, every bonfire that appeared on the map was a save point.

And now that Wang Ling couldn't find even a save point, it meant that if he didn't handle the next [unknown plot] improperly, the mental formula he had just recited for so long would be in vain... At that time, the data would be directly wiped out and he would have to start over.

This is the pain that players of soul games must endure. Although Wang Ling doesn't play often and has never eaten pork, he has seen pigs run!

He watched the online live broadcast of Chen Chao and Guo Hao's game, and threw coins into the two of them, and so far they didn't know that the person who threw coins into them was Wang Ling.

As Wang Ling expected, the plot script began to develop in a bad direction.

On the way, the jailer didn't say a word. He didn't take Wang Ling out of the cell, but walked him to the depths of the cell.

As the air around him gradually became colder, Wang Ling also felt a bit of the atmosphere common in horror games.

He moved a half-man-high vegetable jar away, revealing the entrance to the underground cellar in the cell.

Wang Ling raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect the passage to the cellar to be hidden in this place.

And it was covered with an old jar for making sauerkraut. How strong must the smell be! Wouldn't it grow mold in a dark and humid place like a cell?

Wouldn't you pour the sauerkraut into the pit and step on it to add athlete's foot when you take it?

At this time, the prison boss sneered at Wang Ling.

"You, go down!"

Wang Ling's heart was calm. He didn't play a joke, but "obediently" followed the prison boss's instructions and walked down the stone steps. The gloomy background music echoed directly in the cellar.

The dark, cold, terrifying and full of resentment came to my face!

At the moment when Wang Ling stepped onto the bottom floor of the cellar along the stone steps, countless deformed hand and foot marks emerged on the mud and tile walls like a tide, emitting faint fireflies!

Every cell has a lynching ground. Obviously, this cellar is the special lynching space in Wang Ling's cell. The prisoners imprisoned here may be brought here as long as they have offended the people in the cell or have not paid enough redemption silver.

And many people died during the lynching process...

The prison boss was arrogant. He thought Wang Ling was inexperienced and would be scared to kneel on the ground and beg for mercy if he was punished.

But for some reason, the boy had no expression on his face from beginning to end. He had a standard dead fish eye expressionless face from beginning to end!

No matter how terrifying the atmosphere of the dark cellar was, he completely ignored it!

Wang Ling yawned.

Even if this was the real reality, it would not scare him, let alone it was just a game.

Although the atmosphere rendering and environment were indeed so realistic that they were almost the same as reality, Wang Ling's heart was still calm.

Wang Ling was thinking about what the prison boss would do next, but he found that his passive layer of "Gods Descend to Earth" had inexplicably increased by another layer.

He... he was pretending again?

This was also considered pretending?

Wang Ling didn't understand, but he was shocked.

At this time, the prison boss finally understood that he had underestimated the hateful dead fish eye in front of him.

At this moment, he finally opened his eyes wide with anger, revealing his true face in the empty cellar, and kicked Wang Ling in the chest.

However, Wang Ling's figure never moved.

He never felt any pain.

He just saw that his health value dropped.

It was 795/830 just now...

Now it is 794/830...

Little brother, you are not good!

This kick was quite heavy, and it only reduced by 1.

Wang Ling sighed.

He was slightly disappointed with the kick from the prison boss.