Chapter 89 Hopeless Sea (Twenty) Trick

Chapter 89 Hopeless Sea (Twenty) Trick-Trick

Angela blinked: "Si Qi, didn't you say before..."

"He's lying to fools." Chiss said bluntly, "He's not good at rule-based dungeons and can easily be held back."

So you just sent him away, right? Angela just felt that there were too many things to say.

But the current situation is just what she wants. Two people are difficult to deal with and things can easily change, but one person is just fine.

She smiled and said: "Then let's set off. As far as I know, the altar is quite far away."

Qisi nodded obediently: "Well, you lead the way."

Angela: "As a grown man, it's not good for me, a girl, to lead the way, right? I can show you the way from behind."

Zeiss: "I am weak."

Angela: ...6.

The coconut grove is lush, but with the clock tower and the hotel as reference points, the location of the altar is not difficult to find.

Neither Angela nor Keith wanted to give their backs to the other, so they quickly formed a tacit understanding and walked forward side by side.

The two of them were silent for a long distance, and they could only hear the "rustling" sound of stepping on the sand.

As if feeling embarrassed, Angela started to look for words: "Si Qi, how did you get into the weird game?"

Qiss pretended not to understand: "Didn't each of us pick up the invitation card and then come in out of nowhere?"

"I'm asking, what wish did you make? Those ignorant and ignorant consumables that were pulled into the game to fill up their accounts will not survive now." Angela smiled cruelly, "Like me, the first wish I made was to have my family Everyone died."

Chiss was not interested in other people's unsolicited revelations of their life experiences, which were little more real than fiction.

But he still asked politely: "Do your family members treat you badly?"

Angela sneered: "You ignored me when you were a child, and later you asked me for this and that, and even wanted to put me in a mental hospital. These disgusting guys are like bedbugs and can't be shaken off. In addition to considerable property, I want There is no value in their existence.”

Qisi raised his eyelids to express his understanding: "My cousin thought so too back then."

"So how is she doing now?"

Chiss didn't answer, and looked up ahead.

The coconut grove had become sparse at some point, and a white arc could be seen in the distance, which seemed to be made of marble.

Huge fish bones are hidden in the forest, crisscrossing each other, with different canine teeth. They surround the central stone platform like petals, casting alternating light and shadow.

The altar has arrived.

The huge ground building is lonely and solemn, as if it has long been integrated with the longest life between heaven and earth. It no longer cares about time and space, and it has sunk into a death-like sleep alone.

No one has been here for a long time, but no one will think that it has been idle for too long. It is like an ancient huge creature, waiting patiently and kindly for its people to wake it up.

Qisi felt that his mind became calm in an instant, and it was difficult for him to make any ripples.

There seemed to be some kind of call that echoed throughout the entire life, and unexplainable whispers came from behind his ears. He walked step by step towards the center of the altar.

A sudden chill hit his neck. Qisi lowered his head and saw a dagger lying across the side of his neck.

Angela was half a step behind him at some point, holding the dagger firmly on his shoulder.

The girl is no longer as playful and cute as she was before, and her voice is as cold as ice: "If you don't want to die, tell me all the clues you know. What is in the bell tower? What happened to Yuna's lost statue?"

Qisi tilted his head and asked, "If I don't agree, you will kill me with this dagger, right?"

"I don't want you to dirty my knife." Angela sneered, "You have entered the scope of the altar. Without my help, you will die here as a sacrifice soon."

Zeiss asked, "You have more than a thousand dollars on you, don't you?"

"Bingo!" Angela snapped her fingers, "Congratulations, you guessed it right, but unfortunately there is no reward."

"You dare to enter the altar because you are sure that the power of the copy cannot kill you if you have enough money, right?"

"Yes." Angela said, "I don't believe you have enough money. After all, your life is more valuable than mine, Mr. Noble."

Qisi sighed leisurely: "Yes, I am a poor man. I followed you here just to grab some money."

He said it matter-of-factly, and his tone seemed to be repeating common sense such as "people need to eat and sleep."

Angela was amused, raised the dagger in her hand, and drew a bloody mark on Qisi's neck: "Who do you think robbed whom in this situation?"

Qisi was silent, Angela smiled wildly.

However, the next second, her smile froze on her face.

Countless streaks of black smoke flew out from under the stone platform of the altar, converging into ghosts with fish heads and human bodies, surrounding her and Qiss.

She quickly turned her wrist and was about to plunge the dagger in, but two lines of prompts popped up in front of her eyes:

[In this copy, you cannot kill players with the identity of "Businessman"]

[Violation of dungeon rules, one warning! A total of three warnings will result in a failed pass! 】

what's the situation? "Si Qi" is a businessman? How can it be?

Angela's face suddenly turned pale, and a few wisps of black smoke entangled the dagger in her hand, making her unable to move for a moment.

The young man who was held hostage by her smiled coldly and said in a solemn voice: "How do you know that I didn't crack the world view before you?"

…

About four hours ago, after placing Liu Yuhan and Zhang Hongfeng in the room, Qisi walked down the stairs holding a tape recorder and a statue of Poseidon, followed by a large number of confused ghosts.

There was no sign of Yuna in the hall on the first floor, and Qisi walked towards the coast alone.

The skeletons on top of the bell tower are good evidence that there were ways to avoid harm from ghosts. The song is full of belief in survival itself, which is more contagious than the evil god who harms living creatures.

The conclusion "use faith against faith" is not 100% correct; the lyrics engraved on the top of the bell tower may be a well-intentioned reminder, or it may be a malicious deception.

But if you are unwilling to gamble when there is a chance of failure, then there is no need to try to decipher the worldview.

It turned out that Ziss was right. With the help of songs, he can run wild during the period when he is asked to sleep, so that the ghosts transformed by the slaves who fell into the sea will not harm him.

But this alone is not enough. Qiss has always been a person who is uneasy with the status quo and has full ambitions. He is willing to pursue greater benefits while taking the same risks.

He wants to control ghosts for his own use, and the clues in the bell tower just tell him that Yuna has a way to control ghosts.

So, Qis passed through the mist-covered island and stopped at the beach on the coast.

The sky at night is all orange, and the woman in a blue skirt is leaning against the white statue, gazing at the sparkling waves on the sea in front of her, as quiet and beautiful as an oil painting.

Qiss walked over, handed the Poseidon statue back to Yuna, and said with a smile: "I know you made a certain wish to Poseidon at the cost of the lives of others. Now that you are still trapped on this island, you must not have delivered it yet. The amount of the completion consideration.”

"I don't want to care about your wishes, nor do I want to condemn your actions, but I can tell you that my companions and I already know how to leave this island, and others do not yet know."

Yuna turned around and stared at Qiss, silently, as if she had become one with the statue.

Chiss looked at her and smiled maliciously: "If I reveal the solution, you will not be able to harvest another life, but this is of no real benefit to me; but as long as I am willing, I can use the layout and Inducing most people to perish in the ocean.”

He paused and changed into the tone of an evil god deceiving believers: "So, let's make a short-term deal. I'll use the Poseidon statue in exchange for part of your control over the ghosts. How about that?"

…

The moment she was pressed on the altar by the ghosts, Angela's whole body was in a mess.

She first rummaged through the bodies of the people killed by Hans, collected a large amount of money, and then took a risk at night to verify that the ghosts could not kill her, and then she dared to trick Qis into coming to the altar...

What exactly went wrong?

"By the way, don't you want to know how my cousin is doing?" Qisi lowered his eyes and looked at Angela on the ground, with a smile on his lips, "She died, and she died miserably."

The smile was obviously very light, but it was full of bloodthirsty. Angela thought of the legendary devil for a moment.

At this moment, she truly realized that death was so close to her.

Angela's thoughts were racing, she pretended to be frightened, and shouted incoherently: "I will give you all my money! I still have points and can transfer props to you...as long as you don't kill me!"

Qisi remained silent, looking thoughtful, as if weighing the value of her proposal.

Time passed by, and just when Angela was almost desperate, Qisi whispered two words: "Okay."

"Promise me not to reveal any information about me after you get out, and I will let the ghosts spare your life."

Angela breathed a sigh of relief, but with a pitiful expression on her face, she nodded cautiously: "I know I was wrong... When I leave the dungeon, you can do whatever you want to me..."

Blood mist evaporated in the void and condensed into bright red pages. Golden vines loomed as the embodiment of rules. The quill pen wrote golden words on the page, which were clearly the terms of the contract.

Angela saw bright red prompt text appearing on the system interface, accompanied by a cold electronic sound and faintly chanting:

[The contract has been signed. This contract is guaranteed by the rules of the world and cannot be violated by any existence]

She was shocked: What level of skill could it directly affect the system interface, and even touch the supreme rules?

However, with rules as constraints, she should be safe. After all, "the rules cannot be broken," right?

However, the next second, she saw Qisi silently pull out the blade from his bracelet and slash it towards the side of her neck. The action was so firm that it didn't look like an unwarranted threat.

She could no longer maintain her composure and stared at Zeiss in fear: "What are you going to do? Killing me will do you no good! If you break the rules, you will die!"

"Have you forgotten? You have plenty of money, and ghosts can't kill you." Qiss pretended to sigh, with a look of pity in his eyes, "Only players can kill you - I only mean ghosts I won’t kill you, I didn’t say I won’t kill you.”

Blood bloomed on the white neck, and the severe pain and rapid loss of body temperature signaled the approach of death.

Angela lay prone on the altar, staring blankly at the white bricks soaked with her own blood, seeping into the corners along the pattern of the stone platform like a winding stream, turning into bloody roots.

The roar of the bell tower was vibrating at this moment, rippling away without any melody, far and near, one after another, just like the music suddenly sounded before the mass in the church.

Qiss bent down and took out the banknotes from Angela's pocket. There were one thousand eight hundred in total. Adding the nine hundred on him, the total was two thousand seven, which was two lives.

He casually threw ten banknotes on the altar, watched the pages disappear into the air, and then silently put the remaining banknotes into his pocket.

Tips have always been clear about the role of banknotes.

The first rule, "Please make sure you always carry a certain amount of usable money with you", already implies that banknotes are closely related to the player's life.

Later, Yuna said something to the players: "Health, personality, conscience, life...anything you know can be exchanged for money can be used as a price."

In other words, life and money are interchangeable.

And "the money you get is in line with your own value" explains the amount of life-buying money corresponding to each identity.

Players will die at the hands of ghosts, but because the initial amount of money they have after paying the rent is no longer enough to buy their lives.

"It's a word game again." Qis suddenly understood, and his smile became brighter. "As long as you make sure that the money you have is not wasted, nothing will happen even if you don't stay in the hotel. But the rules preset that 'in a hotel room' The premise that falling asleep is safe leads players to believe that is the only way to ensure safety."

The truth can also deceive people, and incomplete truth is sometimes more terrifying than lies. The weird game undoubtedly has a good grasp of the player's psychology.

Qis is not a god. No matter how precise the logical deduction is, there will be errors and omissions. No matter how meticulous the thinking is, he will inadvertently fall into a blind spot. All he can do is to remain humble at all times and adjust his judgment at any time according to changes in the situation.

At this moment, he stored this experience in his memory so that he could reflect on it and learn lessons in the future.

Qisi looked down at the corpse on the ground for a while, then bent down, cut off the little finger of Angela's right hand with a blade, and squatted aside to wait for the change.

Time passed by, and the finger seemed to be just an ordinary finger, with no wooden structure and no black ring.

The black-haired young man stretched out his index finger and tapped his chin repeatedly, his eyes gradually narrowed into a narrow line.