Lie down to get stronger

Chapter 57 The Weird Night

The wind blows the ass and cools down for a while, wanting to stop and look at the map, but there are evil spirits chasing after him, so he has no choice but to continue running.

He doesn't want to die. After death, there is a resurrection time. After 4 hours, the time is up before re-entering the game.

And he just came to the Scarlet Plain, and he hasn't killed a single wild monster yet. Wouldn't it be a loss if he died like this?
"Help!"

"I don't want to die!"

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In the ears, there was a faint cry for help, the wind blew the buttocks, the scalp was numb, the cold sweat was breaking out, and he ran even harder.

He knew that someone in the team had died again!

The Scarlet Plain is too weird. It looks glamorous on the surface, but in fact it hides a great horror, killing people invisible.

Its camouflage confuses people's eyes, making people who enter here put down their guard, and then find the right time, wait for the opportunity to move, and show sharp bloodthirsty fangs.

Gradually, I don't know how long it took, the wind blowing butt cool finally couldn't bear it and fell to the ground, foaming at the mouth, rolling the eyes, and trembling in both legs.

He fainted!
When he woke up, it was already sunset and it was getting late.

He got up from the ground, his head was dizzy, his eyes looked around tiredly, and he said in amazement, "I'm not dead yet?"

He was a little surprised, he thought he had returned to reality, but unexpectedly he was still in the game.

In the sky dotted with red clouds, a few flying birds flew by, and the long song of birds came, breaking the tranquility of the plain.

Feng Chui's ass cool face was not very good-looking, his brows were full of worry, and he said in a shy voice: "It's getting dark, what else do you want me to do next?"

The Scarlet Plain is so dangerous during the day, so how about it at night?
He took out the big sword from behind and glanced at it. For some reason, he had an inexplicable urge to commit suicide.

But he held back in the end, suicide is the act of the weak, and the strong always kills himself.

The sky darkened quickly, and the bright moon appeared, and the cold moonlight fell on the plain. There was a gusty wind, and there were several shrill and whimpering roars from time to time in the four fields, and everyone who heard it was horrified.

With the wind blowing his ass, the cool soul was almost scared away, holding a map in one hand and a weapon in the other, trembling forward.

His teeth were chattering, his eyes kept looking around, and he walked like walking on thin ice.

"I've been walking for a long time now. Follow the direction on the map. I should be able to see the edge, but why not? Am I going astray?"

Surprised, he picked up the map and looked at it. His pupils suddenly shrank into needlepoints, and he froze in place.

He actually went back to the place where he started before!

"What's the matter? I obviously walked the right way for the first half of the way, why did I go back for the second half of the way?"

The wind blows his butt, his mouth is dry, and he swallows a few mouthfuls of saliva. He can't help but think of a scene that often appears in horror movies, and his voice trembles: "I won't meet a ghost and hit the wall!?"

At this time, a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind, he hurriedly turned on the World Channel, and asked, "Brothers, I'm trapped in the Scarlet Plain, how do I get out?"

A second later, several players replied to his message.

Three in and three out: Do you still want to come out?wait to die!Can't get out, that map is very ghostly.

Layman Fat Tiger: It is possible to come out, but it depends on how far you have traveled. If you are only moving around the edge, it is easy to come out, but if you are not, it will be difficult.

Stir-fried mango: Brother, I am also in the Bloody Plain now, where are you?Do you want to meet?
Carved over 20cm: first use the map to confirm the direction, then connect the starting point with the destination, and look at the map after walking for a while, remember, you must read it!Because this is a plain, it is easy to cause direction errors.

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After reading the reply, Feng Chuiliang nodded thoughtfully, and understood roughly how to get out.

The plain is different from other terrains, and there are few reference objects to judge the direction. Walking for a long time will confuse people's thinking and consciousness, and make you deviate from the original direction without knowing it.

After re-planning the route, the wind blowing butt cool set off again. He was full of confidence and felt that he would be able to go out this time.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and there was a leisurely sound of the piano, the sound of the piano was melodious, like ripples in the water, rippling in this world.

The wind blows the butt and cools his brows, he can't help but wrinkle, feeling an ominous premonition in his heart.

Where did this sound come from?

The sound of the zither continued to play, but it suddenly became agitated, like a beating drum, shocking.

Afterwards, various changes in the sound of the zither, anger, depression, resentment, etc. came one by one. Suddenly, a strong wind blew up on the plain, flying sand and rocks, and the moonlight was cold, stinging the skin.

There was silence all around, and the silence was a little scary. The wind was blowing my buttocks and I didn't dare to breathe, and the cold sweat flowed out from my forehead.

At this time, the wind stopped, and a blood-red mist quietly rose from the plain, which was hazy and unreal.

The strong smell of blood wafted out, making people sick.

Feng Chui's butt was pale, his legs were trembling, and countless grass-mud horses were galloping in his heart.

Am I destined to die here today?
No!Sir, why bother me like this, I just want to get out of here quickly, is it interesting for you to do this?

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came from the blood mist in front of him, and the wind blowing his buttocks followed the sound, and his hair exploded instantly.

A group of ferocious evil spirits were carrying a huge coffin and slowly advancing through the mist.

The coffin was very large, about three feet long, and a candle was lit on it. The flame was green and gave off a faint light.

Feng Chui's ass froze and didn't dare to move, because those evil spirits were very close to him, less than ten meters away.

What's more, they are still carrying the coffin and walking towards themselves!
"It's over, it's really dead now."

His heart was infinitely sad, and he almost shed two lines of old tears.

Others are playing games, but he is playing PlayerUnknown's Battlegrounds, suffering unspeakably.

Since he entered the Scarlet Plain today, he hasn't killed a single wild monster. He has been running for his life from the beginning to the end, and he hasn't felt any fun in the game as usual.

The air seemed to freeze, and the footsteps became louder and louder. The evil spirits carried the coffin and gradually walked towards the wind, and the ground shook slightly.

It can be seen that the coffin is very heavy.

Finally, the other party came to his side.

The wind blows his butt and cools his body stiffly, he holds his breath, beads of sweat roll down his forehead, if he hadn't resisted it, he would have screamed out in fright.

He glanced cautiously, and found that the evil spirits carrying the coffin had their heads bowed, with a thick iron needle stuck on top of their heads, and they had lost their breath of life.

"Using dead evil spirits to carry the coffin, how can this be done?" He couldn't help wondering, and took a second look at these evil spirits.

However, at this moment, something frightening happened.

These dead evil spirits suddenly raised their heads, turned their heads to look at Feng Chuanliang's buttocks, and there was a green light in their pupils.

The two sides looked at each other, and after a few seconds of silence, Feng Zhiliang suddenly exclaimed: "Damn!"

The words fell, and he fled crazily.

The evil spirits withdrew their gazes, lowered their heads, and continued to carry the coffin on the road. Their figures disappeared into the mist.

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