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Chapter 269 Try to stay

As a slight sense of trance spread throughout his body, Wang Zhifan regained consciousness in the blink of an eye, and then he found himself standing at the door of the Evil Spirit Building for the second time, with four other players beside him.

"Sure enough, it still doesn't work...but this time there is no pain in my head."

Although he had expected that he could pass the level just by complimenting the BOSS, Wang Zhifan also knew that the probability of such a simple process was very small, so he naturally accepted the result of failure and calmly looked back on the situations he had encountered before.

"We have just cleaned up this building, do you all remember it?"

The next second, his head looked left and then right, asking straightforward questions to his teammates on both sides.

"what?"

"Didn't we just arrive?"

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

The four teammates immediately cast questioning glances at him. Just like the first time they looked back, they had no idea what his intentions were.

"It's okay, I was joking."

"You like to torment people, don't you... Let's see if I can cure you!"

With the judgment in his mind, Wang Zhifan no longer expected to convince other teammates, and planned to deal with this disgusting person by himself.

With the second strike, the Ocean Messenger in his hand expanded the gap in the wall, but it still did not trigger the instant kill passive.

For the first time, the Ocean Messenger in his hand easily cut through the wall, but it did not trigger the heavy-as-abyss passive.

The young man with dark circles looked at Wang Zhifan who kept slashing at the wall with his knife and frowned.

He immediately ran to the side of the broken door of the building, took out the Ocean Messenger scimitar from his personal space, and then ignored the puzzled looks of the four players behind him and started slashing at the wall of the building with the scimitar.

With the third blow, the Ocean Messenger finally made the sound of waves crashing against the rocks that he had expected, but the result was that the hole in the wall was only further enlarged and did not cause any other reaction.

The cold-faced female player was already a little impatient at this moment. She walked into the broken door of the building first, turned around and greeted everyone.

"Little brother, please stop doing this! If you damage the load-bearing wall, the building will probably collapse! Then it will be difficult for us to clean up the ghosts inside!"

The greasy-faced middle-aged player was also puzzled by Wang Zhifan's confusing operation, so he chose to persuade him from aspects related to the task.

The fifth knife...

Wang Zhifan saw that he couldn't do anything to the Evil Spirit Building after cutting so many times, so naturally he would not continue to be depressed. He quickly put away the knife and stopped under the gaze of his teammates, and also found a lame excuse for himself. excuse.

With the fourth knife, a second hole was cut in the wall of the building.

It was very different from the first time when he was so angry that he almost broke his defense when he was questioned by his teammates. This time he was quite calm when faced with their blank and ignorant faces, because he was now 100% sure that this Evil Spirit Building had the ability to change players. It has the ability of memory or cognition, and at the same time, it can constantly review the status of itself and the player, toying with everyone's applause.

But the oily-faced middle-aged man behind her did not take a step at this time. Instead, he took out a small stool from the portable space and sat on the ground. At the same time, he looked at her and other players with a somewhat apologetic expression and said:

"Sorry, I just spent too much energy on the road. Please let me rest for a while, otherwise I won't be able to play much role if I rush in."

"Haha, sorry, I was just warming up the knife."

Within a few seconds, Wang Zhifan's strange behavior attracted the attention of the four players behind him. They expressed their confusion and tried to dissuade him.

Then as soon as the greasy-faced middle-aged man finished speaking, the young man with dark circles next to him actually started to echo:

"Yes! In fact, I feel a little tired. It's not easy to come all the way. Let's take a rest first!"

When Wang Zhifan saw this, he immediately smiled and made a fool of himself.

"Okay, okay! When you're ready, let's go in and start killing monsters!"

"Brother, what are you doing? This wall is not a ghost..."

After he finished speaking, he took out something like a newspaper from his pocket, placed it on the ground, and then sat on it to rest.

"Hmph! You can't do this at this point. Fortunately, you are still men!"

The cold-faced female player who had already walked into the door of the building immediately taunted her, but she couldn't go into the building alone to clean up the ghosts, so she could only stop and come out.

"Sister, one of us is a gunner and the other is a mage, how can we compete with a warrior like you..."

The young man with dark circles who had been sitting on the ground immediately raised his head and defended him, saying that this was a disadvantage brought by their profession.

As for the girl in sportswear, she didn't say much at the moment, but she had already leaned against the wall and started to doze off with her eyes slightly closed. It was obvious that her personal energy was not particularly high.

"Haha... Each of you has cleaned the building at least once. Of course you will feel tired. What does it have to do with the road..."

Wang Zhifan, who was watching this scene, suddenly cursed in his heart. He knew very well where the physical strength of these players was really consumed, but due to the influence of the Evil Spirit Building, he knew that even if he told the truth, these people would not believe it and would only They thought he was talking nonsense and firmly believed that they had exhausted a lot of energy on the way to the Evil Spirit Mansion. "Based on this point, the Evil Spirit Mansion's retrieval of player status is not complete. It does not restore players to the state they were in when they first came to the building. It just transfers players to the reset building again and again. At the door, let the players whose memories have been modified kill monsters repeatedly in vain, and then continue to accumulate injuries and fatigue..."

While everyone was resting, Wang Zhifan was also thinking about the characteristics of this evil spirit building. He felt that he already understood the tricks of this ghost, but he was still not sure how to crack it.

"Just now I used Ocean Messenger to try to kill this building instantly, but it had no effect at all. Maybe I didn't hit the right place, or maybe it was immune to the special effect of Heavy Abyss... But I can try another method..."

After thinking for a moment, Wang Zhifan started the second operation while the other players were resting.

"The source of ice!"

I saw that he suddenly exploded with the power of his trump card, covering the entire evil spirit building with a powerful ice power equal to that of the ancient ice dragon! The entire building turned into an iceberg nearly a hundred meters high in the blink of an eye!

And in order to ensure that he can achieve his goal, his output this time was unreserved. Not only did he freeze the exterior of the Evil Spirit Building, he also showed no mercy to the interior of the building. Everything was frozen solid with ice, and even specially He paid attention to the underground floor of the building and did not neglect the underground floors of the building. In short, this time he tried his best to destroy the Evil Spirit Building at once!

The result of this violent attack was also very different from the one he had just slashed into the building. With a slight sense of trance, he found that he was being regressed again.

He once again appeared at the door of the unfinished building, with four players still beside him, and there were still some traces of ice on their bodies.

For example, part of the clothes on the back of the girl in sportswear who had been pretending to sleep against the wall of the building were frozen into pieces. This was the inevitable effect of Wang Zhifan's full-out attack on the Evil Spirit Building. If Wang Zhifan hadn't deliberately let the source of ice avoid them these few days. People, they're long dead.

"This place is so weird! The temperature suddenly dropped so low just now that my butt was numb from the cold!"

At this moment, the dark-rimmed young man who regained consciousness reached out and patted his stiff butt, and couldn't help but complain. Then he bent down and picked up the newspaper-like item at his feet, and found that it was also frozen like cardboard.

This scene immediately inspired Wang Zhifan, who suffered another failure.

"Since this Evil Spirit Mansion cannot trace back the player's items, we can try to leave evidence on the player's items to prove that the player's memory has indeed been modified... But this operation may not be successful, so players may How will the memory of the Evil Spirit Mansion be modified to forcefully explain... And what if they know the truth? Just for the sake of brainstorming?"

At this time, Wang Zhifan had a conflicting mentality. On the one hand, he had a way to prove what he wanted to say to them, but on the other hand, he doubted what it would do to let the players recognize the reality. He felt that it was very important to clear the level. The copy is of no critical help, and what's worse is that the proof may have to be repeated every time we backtrack.

Just as he was struggling in his mind, he didn't notice the doubtful look flashing in the eyes of the greasy-faced middle-aged man next to him. The oldest player among the five was staring at a small picture on the ground in front of him. Bench seemed a little confused as to why his item appeared there. To be more specific, he wondered why he took it out and put it there before walking elsewhere. This behavior pattern was not in line with his habits at all.

With some questions that were difficult to explain to himself, the player then stepped forward, picked up the small bench on the ground, stared at it for two seconds, then put it on the ground again and sat on it to start resting. .

"Everyone, I feel a little tired. Let's rest first before entering the building to clean up."

He sat down on the small stool and spoke, which started the third retrospective rest.

"I also want to take a rest. Do you still have this kind of stool?"

The young man with dark circles who was slapping his frozen butt saw this and asked him for help. He could see that the stool under the other person's butt was just an ordinary item, so he was not worried that the other person would not lend it to him if he had something similar. .

"If you want to sit down, I can give you the stool, but please let me use the newspaper in your hand."

As expected, the middle-aged player immediately agreed, but he asked the dark-eyed young man to lend him the newspaper in his hand.

"Okay, but what do you want this newspaper for?"

The young man with dark circles saw this and handed the almost frozen newspaper in his hand to the oily-faced middle-aged man. However, the oil-faced middle-aged man did not answer. Instead, he stood up and handed him his stool, took the newspaper, and then took out a The square box was placed under his buttocks instead of a stool, and then he took out something like a pen and started writing and drawing on the newspaper.

Wang Zhifan didn't pay attention to this ordinary scene. He was quietly thinking about how to solve the current situation.

"Maybe the key to breaking the situation lies with the BOSS on the top floor of the building? It is the only ghost in the building that can talk, but it has a strong desire to attack. You can try to control it and torture it to see if you can get some information."

Feeling that this might be the case, Wang Zhifan took action again decisively. He walked into the building calmly and rested against the wall. Then he controlled his dream self clone left in the building to quickly reach the upper floors of the building, crossing over in the middle. After killing all the ghosts reset by the building, he went straight to the door of the BOSS room on the top floor. Then he activated his dream-entering and dream-breaking abilities to transfer his position, and directly arrived at the BOSS door on the top floor of the building.

In order not to attract the attention of other ghosts on this floor and cause extra trouble, as soon as he appeared on the top floor, he activated the mysterious ability of the Shadow Shoes to pass through the wall and enter the BOSS door. At the same time, when he saw the old man with a soul body inside, He instantly activated the source of ice to control it to prevent its movements from attracting other targets.

This evil spirit of an old man in a suit with a somewhat transparent body is actually not weak, so it is not easy for him to control the opponent. What's more, just now he activated the source of ice with all his strength, which consumed a lot of money.

"Evil spirit! Tell me! How can I stop this building from backtracking? If you don't tell the truth, I'll be rude to you!"

While maintaining the strong suppression of the BOSS by the source of ice, Wang Zhifan shouted and asked him, as if he was interrogating a human being rather than a ghost.

But what surprised him a little was that this BOSS seemed to really understand what he said, and he saw excitement flashing in its transparent eyes, so he immediately lowered the ice suppression on it so that it could do feedback.

"Hahaha! Backtracking? That's to keep you! You can never leave here! Just wait and become one of us! Hahaha..."

This ghost with the ability to communicate laughed and said something that had little to do with Wang Zhifan's problem, and then disappeared in front of Wang Zhifan's eyes in a few seconds. Even if Wang Zhifan used the source of ice to suppress it, he could not stop it.

"This thing cannot be interrogated at all...but this practice at least proves that just destroying it will not cause retrospection."

Seeing that everything was as usual after he killed the BOSS first, Wang Zhifan realized that this ghost might not be as important to the Evil Mansion as he thought, but the other party's words also made him pay attention to one thing, that is, it said don't even think about leaving. Is it true or not?

In order to verify this, he began to sense the two dream self clones that he had placed outside the city before entering the building for the first time, and wanted to try to move to the positions of those two clones through dream entry and dream breaking to stay away from the Evil Spirit Mansion. .

But this operation made him open his eyes instantly, because he suddenly found that the spiritual connection between himself and the two clones seemed to be vaguely separated by something. It was difficult for him to control them, let alone activate the ability to transfer them!

(End of this chapter)