Half Immortal

    The death of a player is like a catalyst, completely tearing apart the last remaining reservation between the other seven.

    Unstoppable blood flowed from the player who just died. The slight gurgling of blood was like a clock with sound, "tick-tock", suggesting that the next possible random death is on its way. close.

    Yan Wei took a deep breath.

    The first person who died was Venus, but what about the next one?

    Every second of delay, every minute of breaking the game, his friend may die instantly.

    Yan Wei strongly suppressed the familiarity that this space had always brought him, and his thoughts were surging.

    The two players who were still alive in Venus were pale, and one of them looked at Yu Feizhou lowly and said, "Is you the one who was transferred?"

    Lin Zhen sneered: "Why is he?"

    "This 'punishment' is so fast, my friend was hit in an instant, why did he dodge so fast? I think it is very likely that the ghost deliberately used this punishment to attack himself, and then dodged open, creating the illusion that it was attacked so it wasn't a ghost!"

    Zhou Tian frowned: "According to your logic, then it is possible for you. You put forward this point of view at the first time to show that you cannot be a ghost."

    "Hey, your friend doesn't have that strength, he will die if he dies. Looking at the bleeding, tsk tsk, it's really not beautiful."

      The attack he received is stronger than mine. You are right, I may be, but I may also be the focus pushed by the ghost. The positive and negative logic is useless at this time, because there is no absolute loophole, this This kind of positive and negative logic can be broken no matter how.”

    Yan Mingguang just watched from beginning to end, but did not speak.

    Yan Wei, who was walking around the six who were still alive, raised her hand, wiped the blood on her cheek with the pulp of her finger. He held the handkerchief tightly in the other hand and walked slowly, looking down at the other six.

    When it was pitch black just now, nothing happened on his side.

    He didn't even hear anything except the voice of the ghost and the building prompting. When he opened his eyes again, the eight people had formed a large circle and were arranged to sit down.

    He doesn't know the two people who are still alive in Qi Xingxing, but whether it is Yan Mingguang who has been silent and calm, Lin Zhen who is not serious at the moment of life and death, Zhou Tian who is rational, or Yu Feizhou who is gentle and good-natured, There was no difference between his words and deeds. Although I couldn't see the expression, from the beginning of the game to the present, the scene that happened quickly flashed over and over again in Yan Wei's mind, and Yan Wei still didn't find any loopholes in anyone's words and deeds.

    But the "student" said that he played with everyone.

      It was a pale, pupilless grimace that flashed past.

    Even for a moment, he felt that the person who threw the handkerchief to him was a ghost, so he subconsciously chased it out, ran a few steps before he realized it, and then the person died.

    Yu Feizhou is right. At this time, it is useless whether to look at the common experience to verify the true and false, or to scrutinize the positive and negative logic. If ghosts are among them, the check just now is enough to show that ghosts can imitate all behaviors and memories, and the positive and negative logic is possible.

    The process and logic are impossible, the most important thing to find the truth is the result. The process can deceive people, it can be full of tricks, and only the result is the purest purpose.

    Yan Wei walked behind Yan Mingguang and stopped.

    The handkerchief has not been put down and cannot be turned back. Yan Mingguang turned his back to him.

    Yan Wei said in a low voice, "I believe in my feelings, and I also believe that your strength will not be compromised and there is no movement, not you. Do you believe in your feelings?"

    He responded with a cold low voice: "It's not you."

    At this time, Zhou Tian suggested: "We can win by catching the ghost, so it's better that everyone gets a handkerchief once, and then puts it behind their chosen companion, knowing that they are not ghosts. can't run, only ghosts can run."

    "No," another player of Venus shook his head, "Ghosts may also disguise the player not to run, and no one knows whether their chosen companion is a ghost. If I stand still , I threw the handkerchief to a ghost, turned my head and caught me, who knows what will happen?"

    Lin Zhen sneered: "This method is useless at all, there is no trust between us, without trust, it is impossible for everyone to work together to find ghosts. I think, let's just go with the flow. Play it naturally, anyway, it will be clear at a glance who is the ghost when there are fewer people behind."

    "Don't you care about your companion's life? You're the ghost, the first one to throw the handkerchief—"

    "Then I say I am, or you will arrest me?"

    "You—"

    Yan Wei has not participated in these temptations for the time being. He stood behind Yan Mingguang, bent over, put down his handkerchief behind Yan Mingguang, and quickly ran back to his seat.

    The man turned around and picked up the handkerchief slowly.

    At the same time, he said: "The moment the handkerchief fell to the ground, I saw a grimace."

    Everyone froze.

    Yan Wei was running fast just now, and now he was sitting in his seat panting and saying, "Sure enough, this ghost is making fun of us, making everyone who has lost his handkerchief feel like he has turned around The moment you saw the ghost. You must be careful when you are thrown into the handkerchief, and don't be led away immediately."

    Everyone looked at each other.

    Yan Mingguang didn't hesitate, ran up with the handkerchief, threw it behind a Qixing player, and quickly ran back to his seat.

    The morning star player also reacted immediately, picked up the handkerchief and ran.

    In this way, a few people were quickly rotated, and one minute was up.

    Yan Wei instantly felt the sense of danger coming from behind!

    This time, the one chosen at random...is him.

    He just hesitated for a moment, then didn't move, let the murderous intent that suddenly appeared behind him approach quickly - he couldn't hide, the opposite of him was Zhou Tian.

    It also seemed to be a broken bone. The moment it approached Yan Wei, the broken bone stagnated for a while. This was a heart-to-heart attack that was completely blocked by Yan Wei's undead skills. The broken bone was stopped for a moment, and after a turn, it disappeared completely after passing through Yan Wei's left arm.

    The rest of the people couldn't see Yan Wei behind him, they just thought he was seriously injured arm.

    Yan Mingguang was about to break the rules and get up, Yan Wei hurriedly shouted: "I'm fine! I'm just injured."

    The pain was delayed for a moment, then swept in, tearing at his nerves. He gritted his teeth and took a few deep breaths.

    The Morning Star player with the handkerchief immediately threw the handkerchief behind him.

    The moment the handkerchief landed, Yan Wei felt the coldness on his back again, as if something cold touched his neck, and the cool air was blowing in his ears.

    He shuddered subconsciously, turned and saw the pale, pupilless grimace flashing by.

    Yan Wei ignored it, picked up the handkerchief, and glanced at the player of the Qixing star.

      As soon as this person saw that he was injured, he threw the handkerchief to him. If he threw the handkerchief to the ghost in this situation, it would be impossible for him to run faster than the ghost, and the possibility of death was extremely high.

    The handkerchief was soaked with blood from his arm.

    On the ground, the first dead Venus player was still lying on the ground with his eyes wide open, with an unbelievable expression, and the ground was covered in blood.

    He covered the wound, took the handkerchief, walked slowly behind the player who threw the handkerchief to him, and put down the handkerchief.

    But Yan Wei did not move.

    He just stood behind the man, watching the man turn around and pick up the handkerchief, and after being frightened by the grimace that everyone would experience, he looked at him in even more amazement: "Why don't you run?"

    "Why didn't you catch it?"

    The man choked.

    "Try to catch me? I was attacked and not dead, it may be a trick of ghosts to confuse me, do you want to try to catch me to break the game? The rules do not clearly say what will happen if I get caught. Like, but it is said that if you arrest the wrong person, you will die, you are afraid that I am not a ghost, so you dare not arrest me?"

    This man gritted his teeth and dared not move.

    Even if he had doubts about Yan Wei, maybe Yan Wei would just throw it and run away, he would still chase him. At this moment, Yan Wei was swaggering in front of him, but he didn't dare to try.

    Yan Wei's complexion was pale due to injury and blood loss, but under this dim light, not only the distance could not see his weakness at the moment. His voice was soothing and disdainful: "Don't think I don't know what you think, the more people who die, the higher the probability of those who are alive will win, but if you continue to help ghosts kill people like this, I have a way to make you become next target."

    After saying this, Yan Wei walked back to his original position step by step.

    Fortunately, the flower ball, which has nothing to do with perception and body index, can still be used. He took out the flower ball and instantly healed the wound that pierced through his arm.

    The player from Qixing did not dare to have contact with Yan Wei for the time being, so he took the handkerchief, threw it behind Lin Zhen and ran away.

    Several take turns down, another minute. The person who was attacked this time was Yan Mingguang. After Yan Mingguang escaped, the broken bone directly pierced the eyebrow of another Qixing player.

    Another one died.

    At this moment, only the Qixing player who was beaten by Yan Wei is still alive.

    Yan Wei swept over these people little by little.

    The only day star player alive?

    It's not like, after being scolded by him just now, that person's reaction is very real, not like a ghost can perform.

    Yan Mingguang, his feeling is fine.

    Yu Feizhou and Lin Zhen…

    In fact, the handkerchief floated in front of him at first, and Lin Zhenzui insisted that it was fun and helped him take it over and take the risk. This kind of reaction can't be imitated just by spying on his memory. He prefers that ghosts can't play Lin Zhen's erratic temperament into his bones.

    The possibility of Lin Zhen having a problem is very low.

    Judging from the current results, the first person to throw the handkerchief is Lin Zhen, the first person to be attacked is Yu Feizhou, and the first player to die is a player of Qixing Xing. The second person to be attacked was himself, and he traded his injuries for no deaths this round. The third attacked was Yan Mingguang, and the one who died was another Qixing player.

    Among them, there is no harm and from the first logic point of view, the suspect is Yu Feizhou, but because of this, it is possible that this is also used, and the ghost may be Yu Feizhou.

    Yu Feizhou's warm and good-tempered character is also best to pretend to be.

    But...

    Yan Wei looked at Yu Feizhou.

    Yu Feizhou was far away from him, he couldn't see the other party's expression, but he could see the other party sitting upright with cross-legged and straight back, even in such light, the obscure outline It reflects his gentle temperament.

    There is nothing wrong.

     Zhou Tian? Among these people, Zhou Tian is the one he doesn't understand the most. Although he can't see any flaws, Zhou Tian is the newest one among his teammates.

    Yan Wei's thoughts were suddenly interrupted.

    The ghostly voice resounded again: "...It's another minute."

    A fragment of a skull came from nowhere, and quickly walked towards Lin Zhen who was standing outside the circle with a handkerchief.

    Yan Wei listened to the direction of the voice, Lin Zhen turned around to deal with it, but Yan Mingguang suddenly got up!

    He pulled Lin Zhen away, appeared on the track of the bone-shattering attack, and raised his hand without dodging.

    The next moment, this skull fragment with the ability to instantly kill the player's attack was firmly held in Yan Mingguang's hand. He stood tight all over, his knuckles clenched his fist tightly, blood flowed from his fingers, but the broken bones did not penetrate, but he was firmly grasped in his hand.

    Everyone was stunned.

    They didn't expect that Yan Mingguang would be able to directly grab this goblin's attack item without fear of death. The player who was still alive at Qi Xingxing was even more surprised: "You're dying? You caught it... Aren't you just a ghost?"

    Lin Zhen sarcastically: "Why do ghosts help me as an attack? Going the opposite logic makes everyone think ghosts can't save people?"

    "Maybe you're a ghost."

    "Okay, then I'll catch you and give you a ride."

    “…”

    Yan Mingguang didn't pay any attention to them at all, he held the broken bone tightly and walked back to his original seat and sat down.

    His voice was calm and calm: "Three minutes."

    This is for Yan Wei.

    Yan Wei immediately understood.

    They exchanged skill information, and his skill is one-half of the room to upgrade as soon as he enters the building, and this time he entered the dungeon for three consecutive times. The reward skill of lifting the building, Perception burst.

    Yan Mingguang's skills are to live to death and teleport to a short distance group.

    This person is now in a state of death, and under the attack of this broken bone, he was stimulated to double his strength for three minutes, and then he firmly held this broken bone. . Every time they attacked the same broken bone, and now Yan Mingguang holds it in his hand, no one will continue to be attacked or die within three minutes.

    Yan Mingguang was buying time for him, buying him three minutes to think about breaking the game, and even betting that his skills would fail after three minutes.

    Yan Wei took a deep breath and looked away from Yan Mingguang. He slowly closed his eyes, and in such an environment of suspicion and suspicion that a crisis could come at any time, he recalled all the pictures after the game started without distractions.

    Lin Zhen has started playing again with the handkerchief in hand. Zhou Tian and Yu Feizhou both seemed to believe Yan Wei very much, waiting for Yan Wei to break the game, which was no different from before. The remaining player of Qi Xingxing also looked at Yan Wei. He seemed to see Yan Wei's position among these people and felt that he could find the answer.

    Everyone doesn't see a particularly obvious problem.

    In Yan Wei's mind, scene after scene after the game started, from the death of the first player to Yan Mingguang blocking the broken bones...

    Everyone alive has no logical loopholes in words and deeds.

    The ghost said that it also participated in the game, and only by catching it can it successfully break the game.

    As his thoughts surged, countless details collided and intertwined, and guesses popped out of his mind one by one. He will recall it again, and most of the three minutes have passed.

    Yan Wei slowly opened his eyes and looked at Lin Zhen.

    Lin Zhen, Yu Feizhou, Zhou Tian, ​​the last Venus player alive...

    The dead were two Venus players, one was penetrated between the eyebrows, the other was penetrated through the heart, and their faces were horrified—

    Yan Wei's thoughts suddenly stopped.

    He looked at the corpse of the player who died first.

      This is normal, because it was Yu Feizhou who was attacked. After Yu Feizhou escaped, this man died in shock and surprise.

    And the second player who died, because Yan Mingguang reacted too much, this man's surprised expression was not too exaggerated. The man's eyebrows were pierced, his eyes were scattered, and he fell to the ground with blood on his face.

    One is my pupils shrinking, the other is my eyes dilated…

    Seeing that time was running out, he suddenly shouted: "It's the first player to die!"

      The reward is mine—"

    His voice came to an abrupt end.

    A bloodstain suddenly appeared on his neck, and blood flowed out. The bloodstain got bigger and bigger, and finally became a gap.

    The ghostly and eerie voices came from all directions.

    "...wrong."

    "You caught it wrong."

    "I got it wrong..."

    With a sound of "dong—", the head of the Venus player fell to the ground.

    Yan Wei still got up, ran to Zhou Tian who was holding a handkerchief at the moment, and said quickly, "Give it to me."

    Zhou Tian was stunned for a moment, but she still handed the handkerchief to Yan Wei without saying a word.

    Yan Wei grabbed the handkerchief and ran quickly to the body of the first dead star player.

    Lin Zhen was shocked: "Didn't you just say you caught the wrong one? Little pet, you are courting death!"

    Yan Wei shook his head, squatted down in front of the corpse, grabbed the corpse's shoulders with one hand and the handkerchief with the other, took a deep breath, and said word by word, "I caught it."

    The surroundings fell into a dead silence for a moment.

    The sound of the wind swept across, this time, the sound of the building sounded in everyone's mind.

    [Congratulations on getting it right. ]