Horror Bug Game Terminal

Qi Wuling roughly read the comments.

Just as he was about to close it, a comment caught his attention.

[Do you think Ling Shen will participate in this year's Terminal Glory Competition? ]

[Terminal Glory Tournament? Ling Shen should be a new player this year, so he should not be qualified yet, right? ]

[I don’t know, but the Terminal Glory Tournament is still half a year away. Isn’t it too early to ask?]

Qi Wuling whispered: "Terminal Glory Competition? Not interested."

He has never been interested in this kind of unnecessary competition.

When it comes to games, there are always people who want to rely on some imaginary competitions to prove their so-called strength.

Wherever there are humans, there will always be this kind of competition system.

It is undeniable that it does bring a bit of glory to the winner, and perhaps also so-called generous rewards.

He was just about to reply to the comment.

I found that someone had already responded quickly.

[Participate? No, it's impossible. Based on my understanding of him, unless there is something interesting about this competition system, Qi Wuling would not even bother to participate.]

Qi Wuling raised his eyebrows and took a look at the nickname of this person. The two words shining with golden light: [Xu Yi]

He knew it - no one else would speak in that tone.

After Xu Yi replied, he was quickly discovered by fans.

A large number of comments quickly emerged under this comment.

[That makes sense, +1]

【Oh! Yishen’s reply appeared in the live comment! 】

[Will Yishen participate this year? 】

Xu Yi did not reply, but just said one more sentence.

[Besides, my buddy is a lone wolf player. I have to persuade him to join a team in the next game. I am still worried now.]

Qi Wuling: ...

[Not to mention this team competition system. You see, there are so many teams that have extended olive branches to Qi Wuling, but he doesn't agree. Do you still expect Qi Wuling to form a team to participate in the competition? ]

Ugh, that actually makes damn sense.

[Yishen is indeed Lingbao's good friend. Indeed, Qi Wuling forming a team is a fantasy. I dare not even think about it.]

Qi Wuling's eyes flashed: Oh? Arabian Nights?

Unfortunately, he likes to make fantastic things come true.

A smile of evil humor flashed across Qi Wuling's eyes.

He reached out to reply to the comment.

【Why not form a team? 】

Xu Yi: [……]

[Brother, I just want to ask, does it have to be so quick to get slapped in the face? ]

Before Qi Wuling could reply, he was bombarded with messages from other players.

[Oh my god! What did I see? Is it true?]

[So Ling Shen doesn't want to join their team, does he want to form his own team? 】

Qi Wuling: [That's not the case, it's just that you said it was impossible, so I just came up with this idea.]

【Ah... So it's a traitor. 】

[It's so funny! You said I don't want to form a team, but I want to. As expected, provoking people is always useful, especially for those who are rebellious and rebellious. ]

Qi Wuling didn't read the comments again.

Because he saw Xu Yi sent him a friend message.

[Oh yeah, yeah! I'm telling you, I met a weirdo today! He said he knew you, and that he would attack us if he saw us in the game next time. He looked really sick.]

Qi Wuling showed a hint of interest.

【Really? You're welcome.】

Xu Yi's face was originally very serious, but he was disturbed by Qi Wuling's cold attitude.

[Dude, aren't you curious about who the other person is? ]

Qi Wuling lazily propped up his arm and typed a few words lazily: [After knowing who the other party is, can he not kill me? ]

Hiss...Xu Yi was stunned: [It seems...I can't. ]

[Well, since I can't, I don't need to know his name. Oh, or in other words, he is not worthy of my attention. ]

Xu Yi couldn't help but gave a thumbs up: He suddenly realized, is this the realm of being arrogant?

[Oh, by the way, he also asked me to bring back a message, saying that no matter how you win, it's all in vain? He also said that people like you deserve to watch the most important person die in front of you? Do you think he's sick? ]

Qi Wuling's body froze for a moment, his eyes narrowed slightly: It seems this person knows something...

When Xu Yi saw that Qi Wuling didn't reply, he thought that the above words hurt him, and was just thinking about whether he should comfort him?

Then Qi Wuling sent four words.

[The illness is serious.]

After saying this, Qi Wuling closed the panel.

Xu Yi looked at the four words and smiled.

He felt stupid again. He knew his best friend's personality, so how could he think he could be hurt? He was really... confused.

Qi Wuling raised his head, looked around, and confirmed his current location.

There is still nearly a month of preparation time before the next game.

In fact, the operating model of this game terminal has always made him curious.

As the number of players pass levels increases.

The game cooldown time will get longer and longer.

The number of times old players enter the game will continue to decrease, giving them ample time to rest.

But this game will continue to attract new people.

So why not allow players to continue playing the game with a reduced cooldown time.

Compared with the high risk mortality rate of newcomers.

Players who have completed several games will be more experienced.

Qi Wuling never thought that this game would talk about human rights.

It's like a capital. If your goal is to help others complete the game, then it is obvious that old players will be more suitable for completing the game than newcomers.

Because they have a winning rate.

But now the terminal system is operating in the opposite way.

This made Qi Wuling think about the ultimate purpose of this terminal. Is it really just for players to pass the level?

Qi Wuling's eyelashes flickered slightly, and his hand inadvertently touched the scar on his chest: Was it really just a coincidence that he came here? Why did he meet a monster related to him here? What kind of past did this scar on his chest represent...

He let out a breath and lowered his hand again.

Don't let yourself think about these things.

He lifted his foot and took a step, preparing to turn around.

Qi Wuling strolled casually in the hall with one hand in his pocket. Countless light beams intertwined together, and players continued to die on the small screen.

It was as if misfortune was weighing down on everyone who didn't want to die, forcing them to escape death and yet show joy at having survived.

Countless new players have died in the game in a horrified manner. They were like drowning in a lake, unable to grab even a piece of duckweed that could save their lives. So they struggled to death, falling into endless fear before death came.

The players watching in front of the screen expressed regret, sighs, and ridicule, but more importantly, they showed indifference and numbness towards life.

They seemed to have forgotten that they had entered here in the same posture for the first time.

Fortunately, they survived.

Qi Wuling met humans here who were different from those in real life.

He fixed his eyes on the screen.

The environment can really change a person's mentality.

Especially when you're in a game where life doesn't matter at all.

Qi Wuling withdrew his gaze, turned around, and planned to look somewhere else.

As a result, as soon as he turned around, someone bumped into him head-on.

Qi Wuling took a few steps back and looked at the person who came.

He is a very handsome little boy.

He looks very well-behaved, with slightly long and slightly curly bangs covering his eyebrows and eyes, and it is not difficult to see that his facial features are very handsome.

He was wearing a white short-sleeved shirt and a light blue jacket, and looked clean and fair. Perhaps he had something urgent to do, as his face showed anxiety and apology.

The boy put his hands together and kept bowing to apologize, saying sincerely, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was in a hurry and left in a hurry. I'm so sorry for bumping into you. I'm so sorry."

Qi Wuling didn't say anything. He was fine and he didn't want to embarrass such a polite and good child.

So he turned around and wanted to leave directly.

Seeing that the person opposite him didn't speak, the boy couldn't help but look up at Qi Wuling.

When their eyes met.

Qi Wuling saw the other person's face clearly—General Yang Zheng.

The boy opposite was also a little surprised when he saw Qi Wuling: "Eh? It's you?"

Qi Wuling raised his eyelids and responded calmly: "Do we know each other?"

The little boy seemed a little annoyed and patted his head: "Oh, you probably don't know me, but I saw you that day!"

"That morning you fell asleep in the corner of the corridor. I saw you and gave you some treatment. I saw some white hair on your head, so I was quite impressed."

After saying that, he seemed to be afraid that Qi Wuling would think he was a bad guy, and waved his hands quickly: "Ah, don't worry, I didn't mean it. I thought you were unwell at the time, so I took the initiative to act. I didn't mean any harm."