Chapter 41: Evil God (Part 3)
The comment that mentioned Song Yanchi undoubtedly caused an uproar in the live broadcast room. After hearing the content of the recording,
[Damn it, so the Song Yanchi in front of me is fake. I met a fake companion as soon as I came in.]
[Yeah, if a newbie who knows nothing encounters this kind of level, really...]
[Don’t mention the newbies who know nothing. Even someone like me who has experienced several dungeons can’t react to this situation. I can only say that if the game doesn’t want me to live, it can just kill me. Don’t beat around the bush here.]
[This can’t be the legendary selection, I think I saw someone mention it once on the forum. There are usually no novices at this level. Only by passing the level can you enter the dungeon and select the players in advance.]
[Help me, I'm so anxious, did Sister Qiao figure it out?]
[Wow, sister Qiao, those are not identical twins, please get out of science quickly]
[Sister Qiao should have figured it out]
[I give up. I stayed to watch after seeing you guys keep calling me Sister Qiao, but this is all you get? I feel like this hint is sticking to my face.]
[+1, you wasted a dozen precious minutes of my life. If you really saw it, why didn’t you make it clear?]
[I suspect that the post was written by Qiao Yuan, the only thing she is satisfied with is that at least she didn't scream when she saw a ghost eating a person]
[Identical twins, approaching science? ]
[Are you sick? You told the disguised ghost that you are a ghost. Are you afraid that you won’t die fast enough?]
[The situation is unclear, I support Joe’s willingness to do this]
The comments continued until Qiao Yuan tore off the face of the human-faced ghost, and then it finally came to an end:
[Sister Qiao really knows woooooo]
[The ghost was actually eliminated?! Damn, Sister Qiao 666]
[Ah, it's not like we're killing ghosts in a dungeon, why are you so excited?]
[I couldn’t bear to see the corpse being eaten and vomited again. It’s okay for the human-faced ghost, but Qiao Yuan could actually watch it.]
[Sister Qiao's subtext: Your life is over]
[Everyone always talks about how to take out the celebrity's face list, but I didn't expect Sister Qiao to actually make it a reality]
[Like that human-faced ghost, I was really fooled by Sister Qiao. I thought she had discovered the other party’s identity as soon as she entered the dungeon.]
[It turns out that your mood doesn’t have to be written on your face, it can also be understood by others]
[Human-faced ghost: You can tell me my name]
[It doesn’t even have facial features]
[It even dropped equipment, or it’s a relic.]
[Fuck, what is a relic hahahahaha]
[Why do I have a bad feeling when I see this Ant No. 6]
Looking at the phone lying in the blood, Qiao Yuan finally decided to bend down and pick it up. In order to avoid the possible corrosiveness of the other person's blood, she even tore off a piece of cloth from the side to pad it before picking up the phone.
What ants...
It can’t be the animal world.
Qiao Yuan couldn't help but think in his heart.
However, the next second after she picked up the phone, cracks suddenly appeared in the room with her as the center, and then shards of glass flew everywhere.
Realizing that fragments were about to fly into his eyes, Qiao Yuan subconsciously closed his eyes. When he opened his eyes again, the scene in front of him had changed.
Noon time.
This was a school that covered a vast area. The teaching building was magnificent and imposing. People were coming and going in twos and threes, accompanied by laughter and discussions. From the familiar books in the other party's hands, Qiao Yuan guessed that they were college students.
When someone passed by, Qiao Yuan felt that many eyes were on him.
Some people even approached Qiao Yuan and asked her if she wanted to join the school's modeling team. After she refused, she turned around, looking back every few steps, and joined the crowd.
Qiao Yuan wanted to know his identity in this world , but he had nothing extra on him except his cell phone.
The phone was still in his hand, and there was no blood on it. Now taking a closer look, Qiao Yuan found that this chat page was very strange. Except for the words, the entire page was blood red, as if blood would drip out of the phone in the next second. It was very unfriendly to the eyes.
She was pulled into a group chat, which had no name, but the number of people following it kept increasing.
【Ant No. 10 joins the group chat. 】
【Ant No. 13 joins the group chat. 】
"Qiao Yuan?" A familiar voice sounded from behind. Qiao Yuan turned around and saw Song Yanchi standing behind him.
With the previous experience of stepping into the nesting doll, Qiao Yuan did not move forward, but subconsciously distanced himself . Song Yanchi obviously realized something: "I am serious. I have also encountered something similar to you."
In order to make Qiao Yuan believe, Song Yanchi quickly explained.
Song Yanchi had a similar experience to Qiao Yuan. He was teleported to a place that looked like a library, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a ghost disguised as Qiao Yuan.
When he saw Qiao Yuan, Song Yanchi immediately thought of the hot search he saw before entering the dungeon. He saw it a minute earlier than Qiao Yuan, and it was a bit strange to see his name and Qiao Yuan's name listed side by side, until he clicked on it and found that the hot search was discussing his and Qiao Yuan's...relationship? !
No, to be more precise, everyone was saying that he was pursuing Qiao Yuan. Seeing the number of comments increasing by dozens per second, directly reaching the top of the trending list, he subconsciously wanted to go on Weibo to explain, but before he could finish typing, he was sent here by the system. Thinking that Qiao Yuan might have seen the trending search, he immediately refuted it in a hurry, not wanting Qiao Yuan to misunderstand.
But just as he finished speaking, a ghost suddenly appeared and the two had to hide immediately.
After a chase, Song Yanchi finally found a clue, reminding him that there was a hidden ghost around him. Song Yanchi was just suspicious of Qiao Yuan at first, until he needed to register in the library to borrow books, and found that when the other party signed in the library, it was Qiao Yuan who signed.
Song Yanchi: "...Is this your name?"
Qiao Yuan, who was disguised as a ghost, looked at Song Yanchi doubtfully: "Yes."
Song Yanchi: "Real name?"
Gui nodded, and the way he looked at Song Yanchi was vaguely like he was looking at a patient.
There's something wrong with your brain.
Fortunately, it does not need to follow the principle of respecting the elderly, the weak and the disabled.
But it’s better this way, as it has never eaten a diseased brain.
Song Yanchi: "..."
Needless to say, there is definitely something wrong with this Qiao Yuan.
Qiao Yuan, who was disguised as a ghost, didn't know that he had been exposed. Like Qiao Yuan, Song Yanchi was also very cautious when facing the ghost. He did not directly expose the other party's identity, but took action only after finding a way to get rid of the ghost.
When he fell to the ground, the ghost disguised as Qiao Yuan had turned back to his original form, as if he had been burnt into charcoal, with his facial features stuck together, but his voice was very sharp: "How did you find out my identity?"
Song Yanchi couldn't help but frown because of the other party's sharp voice. He didn't notice it before, but now with the comparison, he realized how pleasant Qiao Yuan's original voice was: "Because Qiao Yuan is a stage name."
The ghost obviously also knew what a stage name was: "How can you..."
Who deceived this person again? How could he deceive others before it did? !
However, Song Yanchi had already turned around and was about to leave, preparing to look for Qiao Yuan somewhere else, leaving the ghost and its explanation alone there.
Until he heard a crisp sound behind him, Song Yanchi subconsciously turned his head and found a mobile phone dropped on the ground. After picking up the phone, he found himself here, and Qiao Yuan was standing not far away.
He had a gut feeling that this was true.
After watching pirated copies, he found that the genuine products had an inexplicable sense of calmness.
Song Yanchi: "So I am really me..."
After hearing what Song Yanchi said, and seeing that the other party also took out the same mobile phone as hers, Qiao Yuan finally confirmed Song Yanchi's identity.
She felt that the ghost Song Yanchi encountered was not necessarily destroyed, but was angered to death.
However, she would not tell Song Yanchi the truth. After all, she and Song Yanchi had not reached that point yet.
Song Yanchi thought of the important matter: "That hot search..."
However, Qiao Yuan didn't have time to care about whether it was a hot search or not. Her eyes fell on Song Yanchi's phone: "I was pulled into a strange group. Are you too?"
"What's your number?"
Song Yanchi lowered his head and glanced at the phone screen: "Ten..."
Before he could finish his words, he was interrupted by a scream from the side: "Oh my god, check your phone! Why is my phone stuck on a group chat page..."
The two looked in the direction of the voice and saw a student holding a mobile phone in his left hand and a basketball in his right hand, staring at the phone screen with a look of astonishment.
After hearing his words, not only his classmates, but even people passing by subconsciously lowered their heads to check their phone screens. For a while, voices rose one after another: "Me too!"
"Ahhh, I was playing a game, why did this page pop up? My rank! My family!"
"Ah, why do you call me an ant..."
"I am also an ant, hahahahahahaha, so is this group an ant colony?"
"Why not call the ants? When will the ants stand up..."
"This page is really uncomfortable. Where did my eye protection mode go..."
"I thought it was because I accidentally clicked on the short video page yesterday. It turns out that everyone is like this. I feel relieved now."
"I'm afraid of blood, can you change the page?"
"So what kind of group is this? Why doesn't it show who invited me in?"
"Whose prank is this? I want to exit this page but I can't..."
"Did you download some APP that was infected with a virus?"
"I was video chatting with my girlfriend, why did this pop up all of a sudden? My baby must be mad at me for hanging up the phone again..."
"I'm asking in the group... Damn it, why can't I send a message?"
Although there were some anxious voices in the crowd, most people were laughing. Many people found it interesting and novel: "It's a pity that we can't see the trending searches now, otherwise we could see if there is any mention of this matter on the trending searches..."
"Where are the students majoring in cybersecurity? Your practical class is here..."
"Don't flash the phone at the last minute. My chat history with him hasn't been backed up yet..."
"Everyone is like this anyway, Yueyue, let's think about what to eat for lunch today!"
"Let's order takeout. I'm tired of eating in the cafeteria..."
…
Qiao Yuan's eyes fell back on the phone screen, and she realized that the number of people was increasing at a terrifying rate. When she looked at it, it was Ant No. 13, but now it has reached Ant No. 965. The last joining information was refreshed too quickly, and she could only determine it based on the number of people at the end of the group chat. In just a few minutes, the number of people had soared to nearly 3,000, and the number was still rising crazily. The number was jumping too frequently, and it was even impossible to catch it with the naked eye.
Song Yanchi subconsciously looked at Qiao Yuan and found that Qiao Yuan was also frowning.
As far as I can remember, this was a rare time when Qiao Yuan frowned.
Because Song Yanchi was also in the group, and the number of people was relatively small, Qiao Yuan once thought that this group should be full of players, but now with the number of people soaring, her guess was naturally overturned.
How could there be three thousand players entering the dungeon at one time?
And judging from the reactions of the classmates next to me, they don’t seem like players, and it’s impossible for so many people to join a normal group chat.
Qiao Yuan tried to call the system, and this time he heard a noise in his ears:
[Try to connect with the player...]
【fail……】
[Second attempt…]
Qiao Yuan: “…”
No wonder he wished her good luck, it turned out to be a last word.
At this moment, the number of people in the group chat finally froze and eventually stopped at 6,666.
