I swept the waves by the escape game [Unlimited Streaming]

The shopkeeper's phoenix eyes looked away, looked at Zhao Liyi's oil lamp for a while, and frowned: "Selling girls' little matches?"

"Very knowledgeable." Zhao Li responded with a grin.

The man leaned back, half-lyed on the recliner, and waved his hands: "Let's go, the front door is the desert, the back door is the forest, and the forest is the town, start looking now."

It seems that the NC is calm this time, and he is not angry even after being humiliated by Zhao Liyi in such a face-to-face.

Zhao Li put on his small oil lamp and waved to the shopkeeper, "See you tomorrow."

"..." The shopkeeper lay down, covered his head with a quilt, and refused to communicate with Zhao Liyi.

It's not a day or two since being rejected by NCs, Zhao Liyi was happily preparing to pick a room he likes, when he heard the shopkeeper behind him speak suddenly.

"Your room number is engraved on the oil lamp, don't go wrong."

These news are naturally on the forum, and the players left after hearing it casually.

But they don't really want to go with Zhao Liyi.

After all, all players defaulted not to fight against the game, nor could they annoy the NC. From the perspective of other players, Zhao Liyi, who was against the NC, would definitely not survive the night, and the NC had plenty of ways to kill ordinary players.

Although Zhao Liyi found posts on the forum, there were too many posts and time was limited, so he only read the titles of the posts. Some details are still not clear, such as the information that the room is fixed, no one will post the title superior.

He thought he could choose by himself, which is a pity.

I found my own room on the third floor, lay down on the bed after putting down the oil lamp, and recalled the rules summarized by the titles of a bunch of posts on the forum.

This level is called "Yellow Spring Inn". According to the explanation on the forum, it is a place where ghosts live temporarily.

The lamps issued to players are equivalent to the ever-burning lights for funerals after a person dies—in a common interpretation, the ever-burning lights are the lights that guide relatives to go home from the underworld.

As long as the lamp stays on, relatives can come back from the underworld to have a last look. If the lamp goes out, they will get lost and become lonely ghosts in the future. Trapped in the world for a lifetime.

The oil lamp issued by the shopkeeper is the same, it is a voucher for them to stay in Huangquan Inn, and it is also a time limit.

The lamp represents the player's fate, and also controls the time. Before the lamp oil burns out, the player can find a way to leave the Huangquan Inn as he likes in the level.

However, there are exceptions. Some people have not burned out the lamp oil, and the wick has burned out. In this case, it is considered a failure.

Huangquan Inn did not prompt or cooperate, and basically relied on its own understanding to find the "way home".

Zhao Li turned over in some confusion, he really couldn't understand this so-called "way home".

According to the shopkeeper, the places around this place are free to go. If it is just a road, it is not impossible to walk all of them, but the shopkeeper let everyone walk casually, which proves that there are more than just roads.

According to the forum, everyone has a different way of going back, and this game is all about bloodlines.

Ouhuang usually can pass the level by walking casually, and the non-chief may not only fight monsters, but even if he finds the way, he will still go back to the Huangquan Inn in the end.

It's worse than the doomsday bet. After all, the doomsday bet can be won by the amount of information. It's all about luck. I don't know how many people have been cheated.

However, the level gave hope for customs clearance - lamp oil.

This can be added unlimitedly, including wicks, as long as you are not killed by a monster and you are willing to find it, you can add it. If you don’t have it, you can even go to work in the town to buy lamp oil.

Because of leaving this way of life, Huangquan Inn was not designated as a must-die difficulty, but only an advanced difficulty level.

Zhao Liyi took out his notebook and asked seriously: "Ben'er, do you think my bloodline can win?"

In fact, the phantom of Cheng Nianmian was sitting on a reclining chair not far away. He changed into a white robe embroidered with gold patterns, and still had a ruby ​​ring on his hand.

Hearing Zhao Liyi ask such a stupid question, Cheng Nianmian looked kindly: "Don't you think you don't know anything?"

Seeing the words floating on the notebook, Zhao Liyi immediately put aside the notebook and rolled on the bed: "I don't care, I don't care! I want to clear the level! Find me a lucky buff item!"

Cheng Nianmian looked at him amusedly, and drove the little book to fly in front of his eyes: "You don't have such props, and people's luck is limited, the tumor in your brain itself absorbs most of your luck, even if you find it Without lucky props, it's hard for you to compare with normal people's luck."

Zhao Liyi refused to accept it: "Why?"

"Blessings are unparalleled, misfortunes never come singly. It is extremely unlucky for you to have a tumor yourself, but you are still alive. It is good luck. The rest is naturally bad luck." Cheng Nianmian explained patiently.

"Ah..." Zhao Liyi sighed in a low voice, thinking about it, it was indeed so.

He got sick in the first level, hit the branch line in the second level, and was cheated by the game several times in the third level. If it weren't for his many props and witty people, I'm afraid he would really be folded in the game.

When people are unlucky, drinking cold water will clog their teeth, which is almost a portrayal of Zhao Liyi.

It was daytime when we came to the checkpoint, and Zhao Liyi wasn't sleepy yet, so he decided to leave to see what's going on outside, mainly to see the town and the forest.

The checkpoint provides ancient clothes in the guest room, all of which are made of cotton and linen, so you won’t be uncomfortable wearing them; and I heard that the guest room will lock the player, and the player will not be able to come in and out and destroy the lamp just because the player leaves other people.

To the greatest extent, other factors are avoided to affect the player's clearance.

However, before Zhao Liyi left, he was still not at ease, fearing that he had made a mistake, so he released a piranha that was not high enough to sign a contract.

Last time in Cheng Nianmian's plot, the cannibal flower ate a lot of alien species, but the level of the cannibal flower itself was too low, and it was barely able to return to the real world with Zhao Li, and it was not enough to sign a contract.

"You are here to guard the lamp. If someone comes, you will eat him, understand?" Zhao Liyi said while putting protective props on the oil lamp.

This is the only one among Zhao Liyi's many high-level props that is only used as a shield, called Xuanwu shell.

Other props are more or less offensive, and their protection is limited. The basalt shell is not worried about being broken by others or betrayed by piranhas.

The piranha was a little silly, it asked: "I don't have to go out to open the way if I guard here?"

It seems that Cheng Nianmian made him feel shadowed last time, Zhao Li smiled and nodded: "That's right, if you don't guard well, I will throw you out to feed the ghosts."

"Hmm..." The piranha started to cry again.

As soon as Zhao Li took the notebook and left, he began to doubt his vision when he closed the door: "Ben'er, is it out of its mind? Isn't it a little too cowardly?"

Cheng Nianmian was playing with a yellow-green bead in his hand, and followed behind Zhao Liyi lazily: "If it doesn't coax, how can it match up with you? You were at the second level, and even third-level ghosts couldn't fight with you." A checkpoint."

Because of the so-called fairness of the game, a large number of ghosts have been lost. I guess the game will cry.

Regarding this explanation, Zhao Liyi did not comment, but put away his notebook and went downstairs.

The shopkeeper had already fallen asleep and was scooping wine out of the wine vat. Zhao Li walked over without a sound, and suddenly made a startling sound that made the shopkeeper's hands tremble, and all the wine spilled on the ground.

"What is this?" Zhao Liyi asked standing beside the shopkeeper.

"..." The shopkeeper endured and endured, and then twisted Zhao Liyi's head off without raising his hand, "The wine I brew is worth a tael of silver and a half catty, or?"

Zhao Li took a sniff, and looked disgusted: "It smells so bad, and I still have a tael of silver and a half catty, why don't you go grab it?"

The shopkeeper took a deep breath and smiled: "If you don't buy it, get out."

"Slip away."

After finishing the skin, Zhao Li said goodbye to the shopkeeper, and ran out without stopping on his legs, slipping faster than a rabbit.

It was only when we got outside that we realized how cool it was in the inn. Not only was it hot, but also the wind and sand were blowing so hard that people would be roasted to dryness in minutes.

Zhao Liyi took out the cloak he had prepared in the closet and put it on, and walked around the inn to the woods. He didn't dare to look for the back door, so he had to go around it.

Contrary to Zhao Liyi's imagination, he thought that the forest and the desert would be separated by barriers or spaces, but when he arrived at the place, he realized that they were spliced ​​together.

If you want to describe it, the forest is like an oasis in the desert, and the grass even grows beside the desert.

One left and one right, two worlds.

Without any hesitation, Zhao Li walked straight into the woods. There was no road in the woods, and his feet were covered with grass and moss. If he wasn't careful, he would slip and fall.

There are many small animals in the woods. Zhao Li saw a white fox as soon as he grabbed his notebook and howled, "Fox! Look at me! Fox! It's the first time I've seen such a beautiful fox!"

Cheng Nianmian's brain ached from his howling, and he was glad that his spirit body was separated now, at least he didn't have to be tortured by Zhao Liyi.

Words appeared on the notebook: "You are enough, isn't it just a fox? Hurry up and find a way to pass the level."

The fox was scared away, and Zhao Liyi continued to walk forward: "How can it be so easy? I don't even know if I can just walk or I need to complete the customs clearance conditions."

"What misunderstanding do you have about your bloodline?" The little book was convinced, "Remember, the so-called non-chief means that you can step on dog shit wherever you go."

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Liyi stepped into the trap and was caught by the net with a whoosh and hung up on a tree.

Zhao Liyi didn't even have time to panic, with a look of lovelessness: "..."

So this is the African Emirates?

love love...

Shit!

Zhao Liyi was about to cry, and immediately howled, "Help—hel—"

Cheng Nianmian froze under the tree, dumbfounded: "This luck...is not enough to describe it."

Zhao Liyi shivered while hugging the little book: "Ben'er, isn't this a necessary plot? I'm going to do it now?"

"Move...your luck..."

In a level that depends entirely on luck, it is really a stumbling block both inside and outside the main line.

Zhao Liyi was also very sad. He thought that he might be a bit African. After all, people are always unlucky.

Fortunately, it’s just an ordinary rope. Zhao Li can easily cut it as soon as he takes out the scissors. As soon as he cut one, Zhao Li paused and asked the book flying by his side: “Ben’er, you said that if you fall from such a high height, will I be able to cut it?” Will you fall to your death?"

The trees in the forest are already tall, with more than a dozen floors, the tree hanging Zhao Liyi is not the tallest, but there are seven or eight floors, and there are only shallow bushes underneath.

Whether you die or not depends on luck.

Cheng Nianmian estimated Zhao Liyi's position and his own position, and gave the answer in the notebook: "If you have been injured for a hundred days, if you don't die, you can heal your injury in the inn before you leave. Anyway, your lamp oil Bring enough."

The lamp oil was originally prepared by the game in anticipation that Zhao Liyi would receive a nearly exhausted oil lamp, and more lamp oil could extend the time limit.

Zhao Liyi retracted the scissors silently, and continued to shout: "Help—hel—is there anyone—"

Xiaobenzi: "...don't howl, can't you just use props?"

"I'm a non-chief, do I dare to use it?" Zhao Liyi said melancholy.

He was daring to use it at first, but now that he realizes how wrong he is, he doesn’t dare. If he can use it, he doesn’t need it. Otherwise, even a third-level prop is so wrong, and even more so after using high-level props.

Cheng Nianmian listened, and heaved a sigh of relief—at least it was to restrict Zhao Liyi from flirting. In the last game, with the blessing of various props, Zhao Liyi was simply lawless.

After howling for a while, no one came. Zhao Liyi had already taken out the crown of the zombie king, ready to gamble to see if the non-level props would affect the difficulty. When he was struggling, he saw the bushes below move.

Someone popped up, looking at the hair, it looked like an aborigine in the level.

Among them, the tall man said: "I caught another one. Foreigners come here every month at this time. The sacrifice can be regarded as settled."

The middle-aged woman next to him responded: "This time the quality is good, adults will definitely like it."

There was also a young man of medium build, who handed a bamboo tube to the tall man: "Hurry up, these foreigners are very smart, don't delay."

Zhao Liyi was hung up too high, so he couldn't hear what the people below said. It was repeated in a small book. After the retelling, seeing the people below were about to walk over, Zhao Liyi immediately put on the crown.

Possessing the power of the Zombie King, he can cut the rope with a single swipe of his hand, and he can stand in mid-air with his mind, but the three people below are not afraid at all, nor are they worried that the sacrifice is gone.

"Huh? Aren't you running away?" Zhao Li returned to the ground and looked at the three people opposite him curiously.

The three of them were a little dazed when they saw Zhao Liyi fly up, but then they showed a look of surprise, and the tall man holding the bamboo tube said: "I wanted to run, but I just received a message from my lord, saying that I am very satisfied, so I came to find you by myself." gone."

"?" Zhao Liyi was full of question marks, what are these things?

Can it be like this?

As soon as Zhao Li stopped the three people who were about to leave, he asked fiercely, "Who is that lord? Why do you want sacrifices? If you don't tell me, don't think about leaving."

The middle-aged woman replied very normally: "Your Excellency is a god, and the sacrifice is needed because there are too many foreigners, and someone will die, why not let the foreigners go?"

"Wait a minute, is it because there are foreigners who need someone to die, or is it because someone is going to die that you pull the foreigners on top?" Zhao Liyi tried to find a way out.

As long as it is not the former, it is still very easy to get past.

However, the young man sneered and said, "What are you thinking? Of course it's because people from other places are dying. You always come here. The population of the town is limited. If we don't provide sacrifices, how will we live?"

"...So, I'm waiting here..." Zhao Liyi suddenly understood why the lamp oil was limited.

Because some people can't go back in the first place.

Therefore, the lamp did remind the player of the time to clear the level from the very beginning; when the lamp is almost exhausted, it means that it will become a sacrifice once the game starts.

If you don't leave within the time limit, you will be sent to God by the aborigines in the end, and real people will die like a lamp going out.

Even if he survived by luck, he will be chased and killed by God everywhere.

From the three people's words, it can be seen that the sacrifices were originally prepared by the humans in the town, but this time the god came in person, proving that the so-called god knew that Zhao Liyi had countless props in his hand, and the aborigines would never be able to grasp them.

It's different if you come in person. The props have a time limit, and Zhao Li can't afford to consume them.

After figuring it out, Zhao Li turned around and flew towards the inn. On the way, he took out his notebook and asked, "Ben'er, is this a must-go plot? Is the inn a safe zone?"

Cheng Nianmian was overwhelmed by Zhao Liyi's physique, and said helplessly, "There is no plot in this level, and everything you encounter is your own fate. As for the safe zone, only the player's room is the safe zone."

After finishing speaking, he arrived at the inn, Zhao Liyi ran into the inn in a panic, and saw the shopkeeper drinking leisurely, he was very happy.

The shopkeeper raised his wine glass with a smile, and made a gesture of toasting to Zhao Liyi: "You are back? Do you feel powerless about your own destiny?"

Zhao Liyi came to a sudden: "No wonder you were not angry at all when I changed the oil lamp, because no matter how much oil I add, it will be useless, and there will be a day when it will burn out."

"Fate is definitely decided from the beginning, isn't it?" The shopkeeper smiled like a fox.

"It is indeed..." Zhao Liyi nodded thoughtfully, "Then I will accept my fate."

The shopkeeper was taken aback: "What?"

Zhao Liyi patted the dust off his body, and took off the zombie king's crown with a smile: "I said, I'm going to be a sacrifice, a little bit—"