126. The Fourth Retirement World [21]

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"Qin Jiao, and Yan Ling, why are you here too?"

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Cui He looked around and found that compared to Song Weiyu, Huang Wensong and others, who were stiff and had bloodstains all over their clothes and skin, the two people standing a little further away seemed relatively normal.

Cui He put away his folding knife and quietly put it back into his trouser pocket. When he raised his head again, his face no longer had the fierceness he had when he tortured Fang Yunxin the moment before.

He ran towards the two people.

"What are you doing? Are you quarreling?"

However, Cui He soon discovered that these two people were also very different from their usual appearance.

He suddenly stopped, a trace of confusion appeared on his face, and asked blankly.

But he was thinking in his heart whether these two people encountered something incredible while they were out looking for people.

After all, Wushui Town had not seen any major changes for a long time since the last drastic change. The last time was because of the death of a programmer. Cui He originally thought that this change was because he stabbed Fang Yunxin to death, but Fang Yunxin looked like a living dead, so he was not dead at all!

In the whole Wushui Town, there were two living people besides him. At this moment, the two of them seemed to be in a confrontation. Could it be that the two of them encountered something incredible while looking for clues? In this way, it would also explain why the town has become the ghost it is now.

Cui He's wish to watch the fire from the other side of the river and finally reap the benefits could not be hidden from the other two people present.

Yan Ling glanced at Cui He.

Cui He originally wanted to add a few more fuel to the fire as he had planned, but Yan Ling's eyes made him feel that he was seen through for a moment.

There was not much emotion in his eyes, not the upward gaze of others that he was used to, nor the self-righteous condescending gaze of some stupid people.

Is it equal?

No, not really, this kind of eyes is very strange, as if they are not in the same world at this moment.

Cui He suddenly began to recall, he was wondering if Yan Ling used to look at him like this.

No, not really. In my impression, Yan Ling has always been silent and ordinary. His existence is very low, so low that this person seems to be deeply inserted into his past.

Thinking, thinking, the expression on Cui He's face suddenly changed.

He seemed to suddenly think of something unbelievable.

"Finally--remember it?" Qin Jiao, dressed in black, said. The snow-colored fur on his shoulders made his face even paler, and there was no wheat skin color in Cui He's impression when he was strong.

Cui He's teeth couldn't help but tremble.

"How is it possible?"

"It can't be like this!"

"You must have done something to my memory, otherwise I... How could I..."

Cui He hugged his head with both hands, and the whole person collapsed, "I... How could I be dead..."

The voice behind was getting smaller and smaller, and people couldn't help but suspect that it was the voice of Feng Chang.

"You guys are actually very smart, that's why you can play games with me for so long. The first time, Song Weiyu won, and the second time it was Park Siyuan, who killed all of you."

"There will be many more times later, and each time a different person will win the final victory and become the only one alive."

Qin Jiao looked at Cui He on the ground, watching him like a madman, holding a knife and stabbing his arm fiercely, just to verify that he was still alive.

But how is it possible.

Qin Jiao's eyes turned cold, and there was nothingness in his eyes, but in his eyes it seemed that there was an endless and endless snow.

Just like him, these people have long been dead.

Originally, they would dissipate in this world like other souls, but he was too bored, so he collected their bones and preserved them.

The purpose is to make their souls burn out and make his boring days more interesting.

Strip away their memories of long-death, retain the contradictions and entanglements of their past lives, and then watch them perform like clowns, thinking that no one knows.

Finally, when one person wins, return the original memory to him.

Watching him in disbelief, collapse and despair is indeed an extremely interesting thing.

However, once, twice, three times, as the souls he collected were depleted more and more, he began to feel bored again after the initial novelty disappeared.

However, this time was different.

His game had a new change.

A soul that should have dissipated suddenly came back to life for no reason.

No one understood these "toys" better than him, so he immediately realized that something was wrong.

He kept him, and in fact, this soul lived up to his expectations and was indeed an interesting soul.

It was so interesting that for the first time, before he announced the answer to the puzzle, he was found first as the player who set up the game.

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"Don't worry, you are different from him."

Qin Jiao approached slowly, his eyes fell on Yan Ling, as if he was looking at an extremely precious thing.

Before it changed, he remembered that this soul was also called Yan Ling, but he didn't like this "toy" too much at that time, so every time he played the first level of the game "Programmer's Fury", he "died" at the beginning. Because of the excessive number of "deaths", the power of the soul also decreased rapidly.

Now this soul should also be called Yan Ling, because every time he called him, he responded very naturally, without a trace of disobedience.

It was indeed a coincidence.

But - even if he really guessed wrong, it didn't matter, because he was paying attention to the soul in front of him in the final analysis.

Even if it didn't show it, he could feel that this soul had a soul power that was almost equivalent to his own.

How many days, since he died in a heavy snow, he has long lost count of how many days he has stayed in this place.

In fact, it is not fun to play with toys alone, it is too lonely, too lonely...

He just wants - like when he was alive, like in his memory, there can be someone to accompany him.

In fact, this request is not excessive at all, isn't it?

Moreover, their personalities are so similar, on the surface they care about everything, but in fact, as long as it has nothing to do with themselves, they are indifferent.

They also love music.

When they chat, although they don't have many days, they are always speculative.

They are both qualified players, even if this is their own definition.

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Yan Ling guessed that once he told the truth, Qin Jiao would turn his face.

But he didn't expect that Qin Jiao would ask for an alliance.

Too lonely?

Too lonely?

Want someone to accompany you?

Yan Ling suddenly raised his eyes and smiled.

"Sometimes people shouldn't talk too much, do you know why?"

"Because - it will make him look even more stupid."

"You! What did you say!"

"Yan Ling, don't reject me, otherwise..."

Qin Jiao's face changed. He rejected him, and he dared to reject him!