Chapter 43: Evil God (V)
Song Yanchi: ???
When he saw Qiao Yuan staring at the phone screen with his eyes shining, Song Yanchi had a bad premonition in his heart, and even felt dizzy for the first time: "What are you doing?!"
"Even if the pressure is great, I can't...Have you forgotten the name of your forum?"
Because he had a private chat with Qiao Yuan on the forum, Song Yanchi also saw Qiao Yuan's forum name. When he saw the "Qiao Qiao wants to live" and recalled Qiao Yuan's performance in the previous instance, he couldn't help but think that the other party's "want" was really euphemistic, and everything the other party did was more like "want".
Because of this, he did not expect Qiao Yuan to forget his original intention and do something that seemed like seeking death.
After all, now we all know that the group owner has problems, and it seems that his personality is unpredictable, but the other party actually took the initiative to add him. Although he noticed that Qiao Yuan frowned rarely when he just entered the dungeon, he probably realized the difficulty of this dungeon and must have felt pressure, but he never expected that the other party would actually do this. He has already promised Qiao Yuan to take the other party out of this dungeon. If Qiao Yuan dies now...
However, it was too late when he wanted to stop it. Qiao Yuan had already pressed the add button and sent it out without even filling in the verification information.
After doing all this, Qiao Yuan finally looked at Song Yanchi and explained, "Open source."
Compared to Song Yanchi's excitement, she, the person involved, was very calm. After all, Qiao Yuan did not act on impulse, but had seriously considered the matter and finally made up her mind after discovering her current meager life value.
Even if she completed the mission according to His instructions, it would ultimately be taking health points from the other party. She might as well start directly from the source.
Song Yanchi: "..."
From a certain perspective, what Qiao Yuan said was not wrong, the other party did find the source.
Song Yanchi: "But this approach is too risky."
He was thinking about what to do if Qiao Yuan was targeted by the other party, but he caught a glimpse of Qiao Yuan, the person involved, who had already put down his phone, tore open the biscuit bag and started eating.
Noticing Song Yanchi's gaze on him, Qiao Yuan looked puzzled and asked, "Aren't you going to eat?"
How could Song Yanchi still eat after something like this happened? "...I suddenly couldn't eat."
"Has your application been approved?"
Qiao Yuan glanced at the phone screen: "No."
"Maybe there were too many people adding him or maybe they didn't see it."
Song Yanchi: "..."
He felt that no one else would do this except Qiao Yuan.
However, after hearing what Qiao Yuan said, he was relieved. The other party described them as "ants", obviously not considering them as human beings, and probably ignored Qiao Yuan's application.
With this in mind, Song Yanchi was finally able to concentrate on his lunch. This biscuit looked like a compressed biscuit. Although it was filling, the taste was not very good. If it weren't for their financial situation, this might be their only meal of the day. Song Yanchi still forced himself to eat a few bites.
Qiao Yuan ate it all in two or three bites. When Song Yanchi looked at her, she guessed what he wanted to ask: "I've eaten worse food in college before."
Song Yanchi: "..."
What kind of school is this? They even have to train students on diet.
Just then, a familiar "ding" sound was heard.
There is news in the group chat.
The first mission He issued was in the basketball hall.
【Shooting】
[Each ant has ten balls, and each hit gives 10 health points. The time limit is ten minutes.]
[Once you join, you cannot quit]
The interval between the messages sent by the other party was very short, which was faster than typing. Qiao Yuan felt that the other party was not typing.
After dropping this message that caused a stir, the other party disappeared again, leaving only the rapidly growing amount of news in the group.
Song Yanchi looked at the phone screen: "I can do this task, can you play basketball?"
Qiao Yuan said regretfully: "No."
She had never played basketball before, so her aim was not very good.
Song Yanchi couldn't help but look at Qiao Yuan again. He didn't expect that there was something that the other party couldn't do.
Wait, why would he have such an idea? Isn’t it normal for people to have such an idea?
Thinking of this, Song Yanchi's eyes fell back on the phone screen and said, "Then leave it to me."
Let him take Qiao Yuan away.
However, what Song Yanchi didn't know was that Qiao Yuan's regret was not because he couldn't play basketball, but because there were no more of him in the list.
She understood the hardships Song Yanchi and herself had gone through.
So Qiao Yuan submitted the application again, and this time he filled in the verification information carefully: "I am Qiao Yuan."
This time, the next second after sending the message, a black avatar appeared in her list.
She added Him.
After realizing this, Qiao Yuan remained extremely calm, so calm that Song Yanchi, who was standing next to her, caught a glimpse of her typing and thought she was sending a message in the group.
Qiao Yuan: [A Yuan, is that you? I didn’t expect you to be in this group.]
The other party responded faster than he expected, but there was only a question mark: [? ]
Qiao Yuan raised a subtle smile at the corner of his lips, staring at the screen of his mobile phone. After a few minutes, he slowly typed: [Sorry, I added the wrong person]
【It’s fate, let’s get to know each other】
【I am Qiao Yuan】
Song Yanchi didn't know that Qiao Yuan had added him, but the audience in the live broadcast room saw it clearly. For a moment, the atmosphere in the live broadcast room could be described as explosive:
[Ahhh, why did Sister Qiao suddenly add a friend? What is she thinking?]
[Really·Add the wrong person, the other party can't even be considered a human]
[This dungeon feels very different from the previous ones. There is even a mall and a prop competition?]
【Who is A Yuan】
[Damn, isn’t Sister Qiao afraid of that “him” taking action?]
[Help! This is the first time I feel my heart is so fragile. My heart is in turmoil.]
[I almost dare not look at it, for fear that Sister Qiao will become like those people in the next second...]
[It's okay. Sister Qiao has made a deal with ghosts. What is there to be afraid of? I believe Sister Qiao can handle it well.]
[Song Yanchi and I have the same idea. Qiao Yuan was really too reckless this time. Does she know who “He” is in this copy?]
[Who? Isn't he the target of the mission? ]
[You can find out by searching the keyword "pollution level" in the forum. I also saw it by chance when I was looking for old posts.]
[I searched and found two posts, both are very old, the earliest one is from more than ten years ago, one of them is titled "What the hell is this meat grinder?"]
[Sister relays]
[woc, the earliest post was written by a viewer who watched the live broadcast more than ten years ago. It said that the players more than ten years ago were involved in a copy. The viewer said that the situation they encountered was similar to Sister Qiao. They were introduced to concepts such as health points and malls, and they also had to find each other.]
【And then, and then, don’t stop here】
[Then they all died, either because of insufficient health, or because of the game's tasks, NPC slaughter, or the degree of pollution. Many even committed suicide. Although a few players made it to the end, their pollution level exceeded 80%, and they eventually became ghosts, and could only stay in the dungeon forever, with the feeling of despair being stripped away by the system.]
[Stripped? The system left? But the player is not dead yet, so the system shouldn’t have left.]
[No, it was stripped away by Him. This viewer speculated that when the pollution level exceeds 80%, it is actually equivalent to being controlled by Him, and even the system cannot intervene.]
[Hiss, it really doesn't sound like something an ordinary demon can do.]
[The second post was from ten years ago, and it was a similar situation. In the end, no one survived, and until the very end, the audience did not see the other party's appearance. The other party did not appear from beginning to end. It was completely different from the previous evil ghosts that always appeared to kill people, but seemed to be everywhere. This fear overwhelmed many players at the time.]
[Fuck, then Qiao Yuan must be...]
[Someone has already started a thread on the forum to discuss this dungeon. I heard that there are more than a hundred players who have entered it so far, and this is the number after being screened. Everyone is guessing how many will survive in the end.]
[With so many players, it's too miserable for those who enter this dungeon]
[Since I was sucked into this game, I felt that nothing could be easy]
[If only Sister Qiao could see the comments, I would rush into the dungeon to tell her]
[Sister Qiao, you opened the wrong source! ]
[The only thing I am thankful for now is that the other party has not replied yet. I hope Sister Qiao can accept the fact that I am lying.]
Qiao Yuan didn't receive a reply until he left the back door.
But after adding Him, she was no longer as anxious as before.
When Qiao Yuan and Song Yanchi arrived, the stands of the basketball hall were already packed with people, accompanied by whispers of comfort and discussions about tasks:
"Shooting, is it that easy?"
"I'm scared to death. This game isn't as difficult as I thought. Those people died so unjustly. If I were to participate in the game, wouldn't I..."
"It turned out to be the right decision to join the game."
"Stop, stop, stop. Don't talk about those people. I feel like vomiting when I think about them now..."
"Great, I'm on the basketball team, isn't this mission tailor-made for me?"
"Ah, I don't know how to shoot, can I find someone to shoot for me..."
…
Listening to everyone's words, Qiao Yuan and Song Yanchi found it difficult to feel optimistic. Originally, Song Yanchi wanted to take the opportunity to observe whether there was a possibility of him in the crowd, but there were too many people and it was too crowded. After finding it difficult to do so, he had to give up this idea for the time being and turned to look inside the venue.
At the same time, he was also a little worried. Not all the people in the stadium were there yet, and it was already difficult to identify them. How were they going to find each other among more than 6,000 people? However, the most important thing at the moment was to earn health points. After all, he and Qiao Yuan only had 100 health points on them, and 50 more would be deducted at midnight tonight. In addition, they also had food for tomorrow, and they were on the verge of bankruptcy.
Just looking at this shooting task, Song Yanchi was very excited.
Qiao Yuan is not good at it, but he can do it. He has been on the school basketball team from elementary school to high school, and his parents even hired professional star players to teach him. If he had not entered the entertainment industry, he would be a basketball player now. Shooting in 10 goals would give him 100 health points, enough for him and Qiao Yuan to live another day.
There are many people who have similar ideas as him.
Because it was the first day, everyone still had health points left, so many people present were just thinking of waiting and watching. But when they heard about this mission, they couldn't help but get excited. After all, they only had 100 health points. Some of them, like Qiao Yuan and Song Yanchi, had already spent 50 health points on food, so now they only had 50 health points left, and once it was past midnight, it would be completely zero.
What's more, I don't know what kind of tasks I will encounter in the future.
A boy got the first spot to go on stage, causing the others who wanted to go on stage to sigh in regret.
The boy was about the same height as Song Yanchi, with dark skin, tight muscles in his arms and thighs, and was wearing a basketball uniform and shoes. Hearing someone exclaim, Qiao Yuan knew that the other person was Zhang Yuanming, the main player of the school basketball team, who had represented the school in many national competitions and won awards.
Now, as the first person to play, the opponent also attracted a lot of attention. Almost everyone's eyes were on him, but he still looked relaxed. He even waved to his teammates who were cheering for him in the crowd, as if to signal to the other party that everything was under control, and then turned to face the empty court.
"Where is the basketball?" someone in the crowd asked in confusion. Zhang Yuanming, who was standing on the court, was also obviously confused. The basketball hoop where the basketball was originally placed was no longer in the familiar position.
He looked around for the basketball, and when he found nothing, he scratched his head and took out his cell phone, apparently wanting to ask in the group.
The next second after he took out his cell phone, he suddenly heard a rumbling sound.
The closed venue amplified every sound infinitely, and many people fell silent after seeing the extra things in the venue. Some people even exclaimed, "Are you going to use this to shoot?!"
Zhang Yuanming didn't get too nervous after hearing what the other party said. With his skills, no matter what...
Until he followed the direction from which the sound came.
He saw a row of heads emerging from the floor and then rolling towards his feet.
The round human heads included both male and female, old and young, and they were all alive, looking at Zhang Yuanming with their eyes open. Some of them jumped around in place and cursed, while others gently tempted Zhang Yuanming to die, saying that he could come and accompany them after death.
At a rough glance, there were probably several hundred heads.
Zhang Yuanming, who was standing on the field, froze in his place, and the people sitting in the stands were whispering:
"How is this possible?"
"Why is the mission still alive?"
"Fortunately I wasn't the first one..."
"I can't quit yet..."
Qiao Yuan could tell at a glance that Zhang Yuanming, who was standing on the field, was very nervous and his face turned two shades pale, but the other party obviously remembered that he could not withdraw from this matter. After the countdown appeared in the air, he finally stretched out his trembling hand and selected one from these heads.
The first head he chose was that of an old man with kind eyes. He had his eyes closed and the corners of his lips turned up, making him look very kind. He stayed quietly aside from beginning to end, completely different from the other noisy heads, so Zhang Yuanming noticed him at a glance.
Knowing that it was a human head in front of him, Zhang Yuanming could not just pick it up like a basketball. He could only hold it with both hands. However, he was worried that the head next to him would bite him, so he moved very carefully.
However, no one present laughed at his actions. After all, if they were there, they would be even more frightened than Zhang Yuanming.
Fortunately, the moment he touched the old man's head, the other heads around him calmed down. Several heads that were originally jumping up and down stopped jumping. Instead, they looked expressionless and watched Zhang Yuanming pick up the other person quietly, as if the previous noise was just an illusion.
The moment he held the old man's head in his hands, Zhang Yuanming breathed a sigh of relief. His choice was not wrong. Even when he held the old man's head, his expression did not change at all, and he still looked kind, as if silently encouraging him, which reminded Zhang Yuanming of his deceased grandmother, and his originally tense mood was relieved.
Next , just throw the ball.
Calm, calm, just like playing on the court in the past...
Thinking of this, Zhang Yuanming changed from holding it in his arms to hugging it, took a few steps towards the basket, and prepared to throw it directly in.
This was a move he had practiced thousands of times in his previous training and he had almost memorized it. This basketball hall had always been his training ground and it was no exaggeration to say that he could throw it in with his eyes closed.
He did throw it accurately; the old man's head hit the basketball hoop, bounced off the edge and was about to fall into the net.
However, at this moment, something unexpected happened.
The old man, who had been quiet at first, suddenly opened his eyes, and then after bouncing at the edge of the frame, he rushed back and went straight towards Zhang Yuanming!
Zhang Yuanming was obviously unaware of the accident and was still standing there. By the time he reacted and wanted to dodge, it was too late. The head came straight towards him, with its grinning mouth full of sharp teeth, biting directly on his face.
Zhang Yuanming didn't even let out a scream. He fell heavily to the ground with his head, and his body twitched violently as if he had been electrocuted.
However, the previously quiet heads all started to giggle, as if they were watching something interesting.
At this moment, the huge basketball hall was filled with only the sounds of laughter and biting of heads.
One of the people who had interacted with Zhang Yuanming before roared and wanted to rush up to rescue him, but was stopped by some rational people around him, who reminded him that if he rushed to the stage, he might be regarded as wanting to participate in the mission, so he could only stand where he was.
After two or three minutes, the other heads stopped laughing, and that head also moved away. Half of his face was covered in blood, but he still looked kind. However, no one would be deceived by his appearance. Zhang Yuanming, who was lying on the ground, looked like he had been bitten by a beast. Most of his face had disappeared, and blood had stained the floor where he was lying. Although his eyes were still open, his face was in pain, and he was breathing in more than out. Death was only a matter of time.
The countdown disappeared, as if it had been tacitly acknowledged that he could no longer participate.
Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone realized that this was not an ordinary shot as they had imagined.
Those who were eager to go on stage next had already backed off. Song Yanchi was the only one who recovered after the initial surprise and still didn't give up the idea of going on stage. He turned to Qiao Yuan and said, "I'll go..."
Before he could finish saying "I'm on the stage", he found that someone had already entered the stage before him.
He was a thin young man with greasy and vulgar eyes. He went straight to Zhang Yuanming . He then took out the other's cell phone and put it on his own. Then, anger appeared on his face: "Why only 50 life points? Did you buy something to eat?!"
Of course, it was impossible for Zhang Yuanming, who was lying on the ground, to answer.
The young man turned around and began to select heads. His behavior just now was no less than throwing stones into the silent pond. Some people shouted indignantly, especially Zhang Yuanming's friends, who wanted to rush down and beat him, but some people had other ideas.
They might not be able to complete the task, but how could they have forgotten that the group leader said there was another way...
Song Yanchi lowered his voice and said, "It's a player."
Qiao Yuan: "Yes, and it seems that he thinks he has figured out how to break the impasse."
Ordinary students would hesitate to some extent when seeing such a miserable person, but the other party seemed to be accustomed to it and was obviously a player like them.
Just as Qiao Yuan and Song Yanchi thought, the other party was indeed a player. After observing Zhang Yuanming's performance, he thought he had found a way to crack this task, so he went on stage confidently.
The countdown began, and heads were clamoring around him, and the player directly chose a middle-aged man who looked the most ferocious and screamed the loudest.
According to his guess, this was a simple trick. Everyone was scared by the heads and would subconsciously choose the most benign head, and thus step into the trap. Zhang Yuanming was the best example, so he did the opposite.
The more the player thought about it, the more confident he became. However, the moment his hand touched the head, he was bitten by the opponent, and half of his arm disappeared instantly. He realized that he had guessed wrong, and it was too late to withdraw. He could only bite the bullet and continue to choose. However, he was already confused by this sudden change, and soon followed the opponent's footsteps. His incomplete body fell to the ground, and his phone was maliciously swallowed by the head, sweeping around the field provocatively.
