Please draw your way of death

When he saw the pool of blood on the nail, Ning Mianzhong's face suddenly changed. Before he could think about the blood on Mu Xiaoyun's side, he pressed Meng Qishu's shoulder and was about to unbutton his jacket :"You are hurt?"

"Damn! Ning Mian, what kind of hooligan are you playing!" Meng Qishu covered his collar and hid back, preventing Ning Mian from fulfilling his wish, "If I get injured, I can still stand here alive and well?"

"How did the blood in the coffin come from?"

"How do I know!" Meng Qishu said angrily, suddenly, as if he remembered something, he slowly turned his palms over.

The skin that had been worn away by the iron nails was turned outwards, and blood was still oozing out of the tender flesh.

... When did the skin break, why didn't he feel it?

With the help of the faint firelight, Meng Qishu realized that the hand that Ning Mian had pulled on him just now was also stained with his own blood.

"Don't move!" Ning Mian finally shouted softly, and fixed Meng Qishu's hand to prevent him from messing around. He looked up at everyone present and asked, "Who has cleaner cloth?"

"I have a bandage here." Mo Li raised his hand and handed the bandage he took out of his pocket to Ning Mianzhong.

"What do you do, you still wear a bandage with you?" He Yingbai was almost stunned.

"I'm an intern in a hospital, maybe I forgot to take out the ones I put in my pocket before." Mo Li whispered with a blushing face.

"Ning Mianzhong, it's actually not that serious. Do you want to show a cold face or something..." Meng Qishu looked at Ning Mianzhong who was close at hand, and wanted to withdraw his hand, but the other party grabbed even harder After a while, he raised his eyes and glanced at him coldly.

"Open your mouth." After bandaging his left hand, Ning Mian finally raised his hand and took away the card on Meng Qishu's right hand, stuffed the non-flame end into Meng Qishu's mouth, buried his head and began bandaging his right hand again.

Meng Qishu: ...Do you think he is too noisy?

Meng Qishu, with the card in his mouth, was inconvenient to speak, and he was afraid that the part with the open flame would burn to the end of Ning Mian, so he could only raise his head slightly, looking down at Ning Mian's movements.

"I'm sorry." Suddenly, Ning Mian, who bowed her head in bandage, finally uttered this sentence, the voice was so soft that Meng Qishu wondered if he was hallucinating.

Ning Mian finally straightened up and took the card out of Meng Qishu's mouth. Due to the angle, the eyes of him looking down at Meng Qishu's eyes were extinguished, and he felt guilty with an ambiguous factor: "I won't do it next time." gone."

"...You don't need to apologize, I didn't mean to blame you at all." Meng Qishu avoided his eyes with a little upset, raised his hand to withdraw his card from Ning Mianzhong's hand, and said the last sentence quickly, " Thank you for saving me just now."

"Wow! With the length of this nail, can a person lie down inside the coffin with the lid closed?" He Yingbai's exclamation sounded, and Meng Qishu turned his head to see him knocking and touching the inside of the coffin. .

To be honest, this thing almost became his home just now!

"Wait... what is this?" He Yingbai seemed to squeeze something out of the coffin, squinting his eyes and putting it under the candle to look at it.

"Let me take a look?" Qiu Shi leaned over, only to see a small piece of shredded paper in the opponent's hand.

"Why is this thing so familiar?" Mu Xiaoyun looked at the shredded paper in He Yingbai's hand, then at the burning card in Meng Qishu's hand, and looked up along the firelight, Meng Qishu's inscrutable smile suddenly fell on him in the eyes.

"Want to know?" Meng Qishu laughed dangerously, "Why don't I remind you? Don't you think this thing is similar to the dungeon card?"

Everyone: ...Fuck?

"You, you... You tore it up? Did you really tore up the dungeon?" He Yingbai was stunned.

While all the players were carefully protecting their cards from being damaged, this big boss had already made a move on the dungeon?

"I didn't have a good temper when I first entered the dungeon, and I couldn't hold back my itchy hands." Meng Qishu smiled indifferently, "And it even provoked me."

Card: You fart!You nonsense!

Looking at the card that was shaking and almost falling out of his hand, Meng Qishu held it angrily and shook it: "Look, it crashed again. I really don't know why my card is so inferior in the same copy."

After finishing the work, he held the card that was turned off by his own operation and approached He Yingbai, smiling innocently: "Boss, borrow a fire?"

"Don't play with fire until your hands are ready." A hand was stretched out behind him, and he took the card away from Meng Qishu's hand.

Ning Mian finally pressed his shoulder with one hand, walked around half of Meng Qishu's body with the other hand and put the cards into his chest pocket, and finally patted there twice: "If you continue to play, your cards will be destroyed. "

Meng Qishu's throat choked slightly, and he couldn't hold it back for a few seconds and said, "Ning Mianzhong, if you are rude to me again, it may not be anyone who burns."

"Is this the formation you mentioned?" A voice sounded, and after the card, Qiu Shi found something new near the coffin.

Several people approached with candles, and saw a circular pattern extending outward from the bottom of the coffin, and the direction facing the door was the new part that Qiushi had drawn.

"Yes, it's it." Meng Qishu took two steps to the side, so as to be far away from Ning Mian, but accidentally bumped into something in the dark, which immediately caused a creaking sound.

"Wow! What is it? What are you doing, Brother Meng?" He Yingbai, who was obsessed with watching the formation, was startled into a cold sweat and couldn't help jumping up to look in Meng Qishu's direction.

"It's really not me this time." Meng Qishu spread his hands helplessly, raised his foot and kicked the thing beside him, and there was another ear-piercing rubbing sound, "It's too dark, and I didn't see a shelf here."

The shaking of the cargo rack hadn't stopped, so everyone in the basement heard the piercing sound echoing in the space.

Squeak-squeak-squeak-boom!

"Something seems to have fallen." Meng Qishu squatted down, groping in the dark.

"Could it be that you shook the wooden shelf?" Ning Mian finally squatted down next to him and grabbed his hand, "Don't touch it, it's dirty, it will be infected soon."

"Am I so delicate? Also, Ning Mian, have you forgotten that the damage in the dungeon will not be transferred to reality, it's just for a short while." Meng Qishu let his wrist be caught in Ning Mian In the end, the other hand suddenly touched something hard, "...wait a minute, I seem to have touched it."

With the light of the fire surrounded by everyone, Meng Qishu put the things in the middle, and saw a line of gold-plated characters engraved on something that looked like a book.It's a pity that the font is written in cursive, and no one can recognize what the words mean.

"Open it and have a look?" Ning Mian finally exchanged glances with him.

Meng Qishu nodded, and opened the open book with one hand, only to see a circular pattern drawn on the dark yellow paper!

Formation!

Everyone's eyes were shocked, and following Meng Qishu's page-by-page turning, a familiar pattern appeared in front of everyone.

"Is this the pattern drawn by the Duchess?" Qiu Shi took out the drawing and put it next to the book. After comparing it, he found that the two are surprisingly similar!

"I'm afraid this isn't an atlas of formations?" He Yingbai clicked his tongue.

"It might be." Mu Xiaoyun nodded affirmatively.

"There is a text mark next to the pattern." Meng Qishu looked closer and struggled to identify, "The translated meaning seems to be...resurrection...sacrifice...rebirth or something."

"As expected of Mr. Meng, you can understand such profound words!" He Yingbai cast an admiring look at Meng Qishu.

The corner of Meng Qishu's mouth twitched, pointed to the words on the book and said, "This is English, okay? It's just that the light is too dark for me to read it all."

"..." He Yingbai covered his face and squatted in the corner, "Sorry, pretend I didn't say anything."

"It seems that the Duchess's formation is obtained from this book." Ning Mian finally concluded, he raised his eyes to look at everyone present, with a little light in his eyes, "I seem to already know the dungeon shortcut."

The eyes of Mu Xiaoyun and Qiu Shi shifted to Ning Mian's life in an instant, and the other party hooked his lips, pointed to the book and said: "The task in the dungeon is to survive for seven days and leave the castle. Under normal circumstances, players must Only after living in the castle for seven days, and leaving the castle when it opens after seven days, can the mission be completed. Then, is there a formation in this book that can fulfill these two conditions at the same time?"

The eyes of several people lit up instantly, and He Yingbai jumped up excitedly and slapped Meng Qishu on the shoulder: "As expected of Boss Ning, you can think of all of this!"

"It's just a guess. Whether there is such a formation or not, we have to wait until we find it."

"Who is good at English, can you help me find it?" Meng Qishu looked over from the left, and the people who were seen shook their heads for a while.

"Let me come, I probably still remember something." Mu Xiaoyun said, taking the book from Meng Qishu.

"We've solved the problem in the basement, let's go back first. It's getting late, let's take a rest and continue to reason about the plot tomorrow." Ning Mian finally suggested.

"it is good."

No one objected, everyone stood up, walked upstairs together along the stairs, and went back to their rooms.

Except... a certain two big bosses.

"What a coincidence, Ning Mianzhong, are you hungry too?" On the way to the restaurant, Meng Qishu elbowed Ning Mianzhong who was walking with him, and there was excitement in his eyes that he had found his kind.

Really, the other players were as scared as anything when they entered the dungeon, so that he couldn't find a companion when he was looking for food at night.

"..." Ning Mian raised his eyes lazily, gave him a look, pushed open the door of the restaurant without saying a word, and went in.

A few minutes later, Meng Qishu, who dug out a stack of bread from the cabinet, sat on the dining table, watching Ning Mian finally rummaging through the boxes in the dining room, gnawing on the bread in his hand boredly.

So this guy is not in the restaurant looking for food, so what is he here for?