Hyperreal board game

The scorching hot air almost made people unable to open their eyes. If it was an ordinary person and Xiao Xingxing himself, he would surely die if he fell into the pool of blood.But the hero is a strengthened warrior. In mid-air, he threw a few props, piled up footholds in the bloody water, and at the same time threw off the whip, wrapped the little star around the waist, and barely landed on the stacked pile of weapons. superior.

Those are all the weapons collected by the hero before, and some of them have magic, but now they are just like ordinary fire axes. In the hot plasma, the wooden part is gradually carbonized, and the metal part is slowly turning red. The heat transferred quickly makes people stand still. Can't stand.And this small floating island piled up with weapons slowly collapsed as the blood scorched and washed away.

There are scarlet hells all around, and the only way out - the entrance of the four buildings is tens of meters away.Little Xingxing tried his best to throw out the magic talisman, but it was just throwing some combustion aids, which added a little bit of heat.

The hero's resolute face changed, and he finally made up his mind. He tore off the necklace from his neck and said, "Xing Xing, come here, I'll carry you over."

Little Xingxing tightly clutched the hero's sleeve, didn't pay attention to his movements, just shook his head desperately: "You are crazy! How do you get there? Can you fly?"

The hero showed him the necklace, which was a small silver medicine box, now opened and empty.

Little Xingxing was stunned, and then screamed habitually, with unparalleled anger: "You bastard!! You ate it?"

The hero laughed foolishly: "It's quite suitable, isn't it?"

The thing he ate was called Yangshi Pill, which was a rare item they got from a mod set with ancient Chinese Taoism as the background.

As the name suggests, not a normal drug, but something close to a curse.Force him to eat while alive, kill him with cruel means, and there is a chance to become a zombie after death.

And the more cruel the means, the stronger the formed zombie, but no matter how powerful it is, it will absolutely obey the pill owner's orders.

The owner of the pill was originally a hero. He sold it to Little Xingxing for one gold coin through a transaction, but he has been responsible for keeping it.Originally, he wanted to accept a zombie as a bodyguard for Little Xingxing when he encountered the right opportunity.

I didn't expect that such a malicious attempt on people would finally be retribution on myself.

Little Xingxing still shook his head desperately, "No! What if it's useless?" When he shook his head, half of the stacked weapons rack collapsed, leaving only a place the size of a palm to stand on, and the red heat wave tentatively licked it. shoe edge.

The hero carefully hugged the little Xingxing, "I can't think of any other way... If it fails, we can only die together. I'm sorry. You should call Clay and let them come to help."

Faced with the scalding blood, the hero hesitated for a moment, and the frame under his feet collapsed again, almost as if forced, his feet were submerged in the blood.

He snorted, his burly body trembled slightly, his face was pale, sweat rolled down his cheeks, and when it fell into the pool of blood, he made a sizzling sound.

Little Xingxing finished the phone call crying, and continued trembling, took out the talisman and threw it around.

The hero gasped and smiled: "Don't waste it, let me take it easy...and then..."

He clenched his teeth, stepped forward, and stepped into the bloody water.

The hot blood like magma flooded his thighs, and the violent trembling was transmitted to Little Xingxing without any cover.

After finishing the phone call, Little Xingxing hugged the hero's neck sobbingly, "I'm sorry... hero, I'm the one who got you down..."

The hero walked with difficulty. He was in a scorching hell. The entrances of the four buildings more than 20 meters away were so far away, like an impossible task.

He just sighed and gasped, "Don't apologize, Star, I wanted to do this myself."

Afraid of disturbing him, little Xingxing tried his best to suppress his crying and trembling, but sucked his nose hard and was completely speechless.

The hero continued to stride forward, panting like an old engine, "Xing Xing, talk to me... I... I'm afraid I won't be able to hold on anymore. Talk more..."

Little Xingxing bit his tongue hard, suppressed his trembling, and tried his best to speak: "You idiot, why? Don't worry about how good I ran over by myself."

The hero gasps and laughs: "I'm... pretty stupid... Xing Xing, I might... die. You remember to command me well... walk over, if it goes well, I can be saved..."

In the sweaty and blurred vision of the hero, he vaguely saw a few figures appearing at the door of the four buildings, and the hero smiled, "Look, I knew they were good people when they came, and they would not leave it alone. .”

Little Xingxing continued to cry and said, "I'm the bad guy, I hurt you, it's all my fault, I'm sorry..."

"Don't apologize, Xing Xing." The hero's voice became weaker and weaker, "You must be a good idol in the future, don't be self-willed, you know? What will you do without me to take care of you... I'm so worried..."

Xingxing can only cry: "Well, I'm not self-willed, I will work hard...Take vocal music lessons, learn to sing, hone my acting skills, and become a powerful idol...Don't die, hero, I will sing for you... "

The hero stopped suddenly, the blood had already reached his waist, and he held the star high with both hands, even blocking his sight.

But that doesn't matter.

He didn't speak or move at all, but there was a mysterious feeling, it was a familiar yet unfamiliar obedience, but it was cold and without any emotion.

The hero is dead.

And the Corpse Raising Pill he took took effect.

Turbulent blood occasionally splashed on Little Xingxing's body and feet, most of his shoes had been scorched.He burst into tears, not knowing whether it was because of the hero or because he was scalded by the blood.

An Ge and the others blocked the door, and they had to be on guard against Du Yiyu's attack again, they had to be careful of the candles, and they still had to think about how to rescue those two people.

Yi Zai looked at the seemingly endless flood of blood outside the building, and said hesitantly, "It's really not possible...try to evaporate it to dryness?"

An Ge frowned: "Don't force it, can you do it?"

Yi Zai closed his eyes, and probably discussed it with Li again, then opened his eyes as if he was in trouble, and was probably scolded.

Xianxian said suddenly: "They have stopped... Heroes, I'm afraid they have already..."

Although he didn't understand why the dead person could still hold Little Xingxing and stand in the bloody water, but if it dragged on, Little Xingxing wouldn't be able to survive.

About ten meters away, An Ge stood at the door and yelled at him: "Little Xingxing! Can you still go?"

Little Xingxing just kept crying and didn't answer him at all.

An Ge turned his head and sorted out the props, took out the second child and put it aside, then his eyes fell on the elevator, "Xianxian, you protect the candle, and at the same time wake up the little Xingxing, Yizai and I dismantle the elevator... Make as little noise as possible."

Xianxian nodded, holding a three-pronged candlestick in his hand, on which the candles of the three people were inserted, and surrounded by a transparent lampshade.Even so, she held it to her chest nervously, and then shouted to the outside: "Little Xing Xing! You weak chicken! I heard you, you weak chicken! Useless bastard! Call me back!! Hey, again If you are in a daze, you will be disfigured! Turn into a worthless hot chicken!"

She has a rich vocabulary, and she didn't repeat herself after shouting for a while, but she suddenly burst into tears.

An Ge and Yizai didn't care about it, but opened the elevator door, used various tools to wreak havoc, and dragged out the elevator car parked on the first floor.

In the middle of the journey, Yizi was confused: "Brother Clay, your strength has become so strong, did you also choose the warrior profession?"

An Ge said, "Yes, this time."

Yizi: "This, this time??"

An Ge could only say, "I'll tell you later."

The elevator car has steel plates on three sides, like a metal coffin.An Ge drilled a hole in the steel plate at the narrow end of the elevator car, tied a rope, found as many sleeping bags and blankets as possible in the package and laid them on the bottom as a heat insulation pad, and then pushed it out.

The blood was surging outside the glass door, and it had already surpassed the steps, but it just couldn't get in.But at the same time, the people inside the door couldn't get out, and they didn't know how Du Yiyu operated.

Fortunately, the elevator car went out of the glass door smoothly, and the high temperature quickly softened and sealed the seams. It was like a ship floating on the sea of ​​blood.

Xianxian's cursing finally took effect, and the hero started to move forward again.This action was more stable and faster than before, and everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

——It was just a little too early, and the hero suddenly became shorter as he walked.

Because of the horizontal hugging position, Little Xingxing's feet and buttocks were submerged in blood, and the boy screamed in pain.

"Run!" An Ge said, lifted up the steel plate of the elevator door that had been dismantled and put it on the side, aimed for a while and tried to go out along the horizontal plane, just hitting one end of the elevator car, and the metal boat swayed towards the little star and the others. The position drifted past.

The hero ran quickly, with splashes of blood, at the same time raised his hands, and raised the little star above his head. He ran shorter and shorter. It should be that the bones of his legs were carbonized and brittle, and they were broken due to strenuous exercise and gravity. up.

Just as his chest was sinking into the blood, the elevator car floated leisurely in front of him, and he put Little Xingxing into it.An Ge and the others could see clearly, and immediately started pulling the rope.

The rope mixed with metal wire and nylon could not withstand the high temperature, and became soft and elongated. They could only drag it back carefully and gently.

Little Xingxing ignored the hot metal plate and turned around to hold the hero's head tightly. However, the next minute, his arm lightened and he fell back into the metal cabin.

A head rolled down beside him.

The head with a simple and honest appearance, covered with scalds and burns blinked its eyes, and the corners of its mouth were curved up as if smiling, opening and closing from time to time, as if talking to Little Xing Xing.

But no sound came out.

An Ge was worried that the rope and the metal cabin would not be able to return, but Little Xingxing seemed to have changed his mind. Instead of sitting in a daze in the metal cabin, he found a staff from the package as a pole, and cooperated with them in pulling the rope and holding it up. The boat moves forward.

The metal pod floated quickly through the sea of ​​blood, and, thankfully, was ripped through the door without incident.

Everyone hurriedly dragged him out of the metal cabin. He was also seriously injured, his feet were blackened, and he was holding a human head tightly in his arms.

Xianxian stuffed the candle to An Ge, and was about to use his skills, but An Ge stopped him, "Wait, don't stay here, it's not safe."

"Then what should we do? Room 102 is not considered a safe house now, and those three people can't do anything." Xianxian said with a frown.

An Ge thought for a while, "I'll hold the candle by myself, so no one else should be able to see you. But... let's go to the fire escape first."

He casually picked up the unmoving lop-eared rabbit doll and threw it into the package. Xianxian said, "I never thought you would have this hobby."

...I always feel that I have been terribly misunderstood.

A group of people rush into the security door, and Xianxian treats Little Xingxing in the stairwell.The other two stared blankly at the blinking hair in Xiao Xingxing's arms.

Yi Zai asked hesitantly, "Is the hero... still alive?"

Sitting against the foot of the wall, the lifeless little Xingxing moved his eyelashes a little, and lowered his eyelids to look at the head in his arms, "Of course he's alive, he's definitely alive, he's definitely alive."

Yi Zai nodded in understanding and said, "That's true."

Only a desperate person would use so many affirmative words to emphasize a slim hope, deceiving himself and others.Because Yizi understood this, he considerately did not continue this topic.

After Xianxian released his first aid skills, he slapped Little Xingxing across the face.

Uncharacteristically, Little Xingxing didn't make any noise or get angry, but turned around slowly and dazedly. Her cheeks, which were originally beautiful, were red and swollen, and her eyes were moist and clear with tears, like stars twinkling on a winter night.

His heartbroken, desperate, and bewildered expression almost made Xianxian feel guilty for that slap.

An Ge calmly persuaded: "Don't be angry, in fact, we should be glad that we have not been implicated."

Straightforward and cruel, but true...

Xianxian finally lost his anger.

There is only regret for the hero and sympathy for the little star.

When they were resting in the corridor, they suddenly heard a faint noise coming from the hall. It seemed that some residents were angrily cursing: "Who made the elevator like this?!"