The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The sun rises and sets in the west, near dusk.

Ren Yifei walked for a day and visited Tingyun Pavilion again. He saw many monsters lying in the courtyard and corridors. They were not dead, their chests were heaving, but they were not conscious.

"It's almost dusk..." His figure was revealed in the twilight, dyed a dim yellow color by the halo.

Ren Yifei's slightly longer clothes brushed on the clean corridor without making a sound. When he walked to the corner, there was another footstep behind him, and he followed him in a hurry.

He paused and walked forward again, until he came to a secluded courtyard.

Finally, he stood still in the pavilion, sitting on the cold stone bench, without looking back: "You are here."

The man behind him let out a deep laughter: "I knew that the maze could not lock up the senior brother. The sky will be dark and the wind will turn cold, why is the senior brother wandering around the corridor, but he doesn't come to me for a drink?"

"I dare not drink your wine." Ren Yifei didn't look back.

He heard footsteps approaching again, a brocade robe landed on him, Ren Yifei was stunned, and saw Qinghong walking over, bent down, lowered his eyebrows, and carefully tied the belt for him: "Senior brother and his cloud car are driving together. ."

The voice was low, as if there was indescribable grievance.

"You know who that is." Ren Yifei threw the pot on another personality.

"No one can do it, you are my senior brother, you can only be my senior brother." Qinghong said in a low voice, his eyes turned to the light, and he looked at Shen Shen.

"Naughty." What does it mean to be just his senior brother? What about flower language?

Qinghong remained silent and was very stubborn.

Ren Yifei didn't say anything. He was worried that if he opened his mouth, he wanted to curse.

He Jun's temper was already very good, and his rejection was neat and neat. Ren Yifei thought there was nothing wrong with his way of coping.

Since there is no such idea, it is due courtesy not to drag others.

If it was Ren Yifei himself, he would only do it more ruthlessly.

Just like when he directly sued a few illegitimate meals who had sneaked into the room back then and sent them to prison for meals, he would not cherish them because of their brotherhood.

"Why isn't Junior Sister here?" he asked Qinghong.

Qinghong had just finished dealing with the peacock, and he had not seen Huayu: "When you and I are alone, why does my brother have to mention others?"

"Junior brother's family, how could it be someone else?"

"It's not real, it's not a family member." Qinghong's fingers were wrapped around Ren Yifei's blue silk, and the man leaned close, his eyes couldn't hide the crazy thoughts.

Ren Yifei suddenly felt something wrong, and was about to push it away, when a strong sweet fragrance hit his nostrils, and all his senses fell into this peach blossom-like hallucination for a while.

It's this again... this man is trying to kill him.

Ren Yifei shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

"Senior brother noticed something wrong? It's a pity it's too late."

"Senior brother," Qinghong sighed softly, reaching out to embrace the person in his arms.

"It would be great if my brother's heart was as soft as this hair. But your heart is like a stone on a snowy mountain. It's cold and hard, and it can't be melted if you hold it in your arms."

"You want to sleep with me?" Ren Yifei raised his eyes.

Even in a weak position, Ren Yifei's aura was still 2.8 meters tall, and he said the ambiguous word 'sleep', but his body was so cold that it snowed.

He was too calm, his majesty still existed, those eyes glanced over, cold and sharp, and directly pinned Qinghong in place, daring not to make trouble.

Qinghong retracted his hand, and only traced the face of day and night with his eyes: "If I can win my brother's heart by sleeping, I would have succeeded a hundred years ago. If my brother is unwilling, I will not force it."

Ren Yifei was silent for a while. At this moment, there were illusions in front of him, and his whole head was dizzy. However, the more he did, the calmer he became.

It seems that he is in a weak position, but because of this, Qinghong did not take much precautions, so this became his opportunity.

Ren Yifei looked at Qinghong and had an idea in his mind.

"Lamps at night, flowers in the garden..."

Ren Yifei said vaguely, and Qinghong didn't know that he was testing. He thought he had finally thought of something wrong, and said with a smile, "Senior brother finally found out?"

Qinghong chuckled a few times: "Ordinary wicker lotus naturally does not have such a strange ability, and the mutant will emit a colorless and odorless fascination.

"Besides, I also condensed it into a more difficult-to-detect drug and placed it in the wine. Unfortunately, my brother is still too sensitive, and he didn't even touch it."

Ren Yifei looked at him again, he also drank a lot of alcohol, but at this moment nothing happened, so this kind of incense has either a limit or an antidote. He asked again: "Where is the antidote?"

Qinghong did not answer.

Ren Yifei was not disappointed. He continued to ask: "This banquet is your plan. All the demons at the banquet are your sacrifices. What about me?"

"Senior brother, of course not." Qinghong said anxiously, "My heart for senior brother can be learned from heaven and earth, how can I hurt you?"

Very good, there is no denying the first half of the sentence, that is to say, the monsters invited are indeed victims who exist for a certain purpose.

Ren Yifei smiled slightly, and asked again when Qinghong was shaking his head: "Why? For cultivation? For status? No, you don't need any of these."

He thought that when the little old man talked about the small garden, he said it was for the little master, and Qinghong said again that he would be born in a few days, so he asked, "For the child?"

Qinghong's pupils shrank and his eyes widened. Although his expression was only fleeting, it still explained the problem.

Yes, for the children.

Does normal pregnancy and childbirth require such sacrifices?

If the demon had to sacrifice a child, how could the other big demons come to the banquet without the slightest suspicion? Thinking about the strange performance of Huayu, Ren Yifei felt that something was wrong the more he thought about it. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he stretched out a hand to cover him.

"Don't ask any more."

After Qinghong finished speaking, he felt the softness of the palm of his hand, and the hot and humid air he exhaled. His face immediately turned red, and his mouth was still tough, "Senior brother, such a cruel person, it turns out that his lips are also soft."

Ren Yifei's face was expressionless, his whole person was cold, with ice and snow, and his heart skipped a beat.

Qinghong is obsessed with He Jun, will he have offspring with others?

He also thought of the cut-off point a hundred years ago, the original owner lost his heart and blood, and the child was conceived... No way?

Ren Yifei lost his mind because of his guess, Qinghong looked at him, brushed his sleeves, and the rich sweet fragrance came out.

Here again... Ren Yifei held a ghost card in his hand, and heard Qinghong say in his ear, "Brother sleep, wake up and it's over."

When dusk was approaching, where Saman was, the sky was slowly getting dark, and the cold wind was blowing from the four-faced holes, the temperature dropped a lot, and the players who were wearing less clothes were already shivering.

Saman wrapped himself in another dress in the eyes of everyone's envy. He and Qinglin slept for half a day each, and supplemented with food and water regularly. Now they are in good spirits and full of energy.

After them, two groups of players came up below. One group, like them, chose to rest in place, and the other group did not believe in evil and wanted to go up and try.

The other party used a prop similar to a rocket, and they could travel several kilometers in a few seconds. The end of this cylindrical space seemed to be within the blink of an eye.

When the other players watched him take off, their moods were particularly complicated. I hope he can succeed and bring hope to the players, and I don't want him to succeed and become the first climber.

Regrettably, this player has failed, and there are no bones left.

Saman had never seen so many bugs, giant, miniature. No, the huge bugs are not a problem, but the black fog that is hard to identify with the naked eye is the real killer.

Players who have popularized with them before still said that these monsters were weak.

They didn't understand how and when this black fog appeared at all. They only saw that the player sitting on the small rocket was still on the ground preparing to lift off the next second, and the next second his bones and props wrecked from Falling from the air.

"Can we really defeat this kind of monster?" Qingscale's face was pale, and many players were pale.

"The game will not have an unsolvable ending." Saman looked at the fallen bones through the handkerchief, the surface had been gnawed very smooth.

I don't know what kind of weird bug it is, it's extremely fast, and its mouth is extremely ruthless.

After this incident, all players gave up the day to die, they waited in place for the night, and also solved one or two monsters that fell on this platform.

Saman was curious about the pipes on the walls. Because according to his speculation, the absorbers of these 'nutrients' are very likely to be 'ghosts'.

But he did not rashly approach the wall. There are monsters guarding there, and the level of danger is only lower than in the air.

"It's a tree," he said.

"Ah?" Qinglin was at a loss.

In fact, Saman didn't need him to answer, he just asked someone to express his guess: "As I said, the spreading pipe below is the root of the tree, and the demon is the nutrition, which is absorbed and transformed into this sticky gelatin, a The layers are transported upwards."

He looked at the monsters in and out of the air again: "And these are parasites like us. But the difference is that we are here to destroy this tree, but these are spontaneous guardians attracted by the tree.

"So, down the nutrient delivery pipeline, we're bound to find that thing."

There are many smart people among the players, and they have realized it, so it is not surprising to hear Saman's words. In this dungeon world, it is not difficult to find the 'ghost', but the difficult thing is to find the 'it'.

At this time, the competition is not about wisdom, but about the ability to pass the level, no matter whether this ability is a skill, an item, or any talent that comes with it.

They know that the person who goes up the fastest may be the biggest winner.

Several players who fell asleep to replenish their physical strength also woke up, the sky slowly turned dark, and dusk was coming. Everyone present will be a helper and also a competitor.

Even Saman and Qinglin have a little bit of defense against each other. This is the final battlefield, and they are also opponents.

Dusk is approaching, and the final preparations are also being carried out on the ground.

Qinghong looked at Ren Yifei, and Ren Yifei also looked at him. After the high concentration of psychedelic drugs, he did not fall asleep as Qinghong expected, but was very awake.

Qinghong was startled and had a bad premonition.

"Do you want to ask why I didn't enter the hallucination?" Ren Yifei slowly raised his hand.

Qinghong stared blankly at him moving his wrist: "When are you?"

When did you get away from the psychedelic effect of floral fragrance?

Having experienced the fragrance of the maze, Ren Yifei had a little resistance to this. From his choice to appear in front of people to lead Qinghong, to pretending that he was defeated by the psychedelic aroma, and now, everything is under control.

"I came out of the maze a few hours ago." But he deliberately appeared not long ago.

How many hours ago? Qinghong immediately understood what it was: "You appeared in front of me on purpose? You were also confused by drugs..."

"It's to trick you out." He told him the answer directly.

That's right, it's for you.

The tip of the ink bone fan held by Qinghong scratched from Qinghong's chest to his neck. Ren Yifei's voice was hoarse and slow, like old spirits and moonlight on the lake: "Your breathing has changed, am I making you nervous?"

Qinghong's eyes blinked twice, distracted, and suddenly felt thirsty.

Ren Yifei asked in a low voice, "Continuing with the previous question, is that child my heart?"

The question seemed like a thunderous shock, Qinghong took a breath, his eyes widened, his breathing quickened with his heartbeat, and he forced himself to say, "Senior brother, why, how could this happen..."

Qinghong desperately thought about various reasons and explanations, but no perfect explanation could be said. "I can't, and can't deceive him in this matter..." He found it sadly.

He may not respond or answer, but he will never be able to say 'no' to He Jun.

Looking at Qinghong's expression, everything is clear. There is only another thing that is equally important or more important that can make the younger brother who is obsessed with the original owner choose to hurt the original owner. Coupled with the setting of being born against the sky that requires the sacrifice of hundreds of demons, that child must not have been born through normal procedures.

Linking to the attachment of the younger brother to the original master's morbidity, and the delicate time point a hundred years ago, the answer immediately appeared in front of him.

Ren Yifei would spit out a mouthful of blood. He thought his role mission was to retrieve three drops of blood, but now the blood has become a child, what's going on?

The difficulty of completing the task suddenly increased several times.

"Qinghong."

Qinghong raised his head, all his panic was reflected in those calm, moist eyes, he almost wanted to escape, but he couldn't help but want to see his senior brother's expression.

Will he feel sick?

However, there was neither disgust, anger nor joy and panic on Ren Yifei's face, he was still calm.

Unable to tell what he was feeling at the moment, Qinghong was just sad for himself.

He was like a gambler who had taken everything out, and pledged himself on the gambling table in a desperate attempt, but the other party still held his glass of wine and stood on the sidelines, refusing to end the game.

Ren Yifei has already touched the last layer of secrets: "It's almost dusk, and the tower will also appear."

Clue fragments were spliced ​​together in front of Ren Yifei's eyes. He's not a detective, and he's not smart enough, but with enough clues, he can spell the right answer.

This banquet exists for children, and all the guests are sacrifices. Only after they are sacrificed can the child be born smoothly. And the shadow of the tower at dusk is the key to the matter. What reason does he have to not suspect that the child is in the tower?

The child is the heart and soul, and his mission is also in the tower.

"No." Qinghong wanted to stop him, but his body couldn't move.

"Master." The figure of the puppet master appeared here.

"Who are you?" Qinghong looked at this strange, lifeless shadow.

A cool and delicate hand was placed on his cheek, Qinghong stared blankly at the owner of the hand: "Senior brother..."

Ren Yifei's eyes were clear pigeon blood red, like a pair of top rubies, with black runes spinning in his pupils.

"The last question, what do you see when you are psychedelic?"

"I will see... fear..." Qinghong's voice became weaker and weaker.

"Fear?" Ren Yifei pondered these two words, "So what I saw was fear."

He thought he had grown up long ago and had overcome that fear, but he wasn't. Fear has always been there, but it is in the deepest part of my heart.

After getting the answer, he looked at Qinghong again: "Where's the antidote for hallucinogens?"

"I……"

Unspeakable fatigue hit his heart, Qinghong only felt that his eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, he fell towards Ren Yifei, rested his head in his arms, closed his eyes, and whispered in his mouth: "Senior brother."

Ren Yifei lowered his head, his long hair hanging down. Looking at the unsuspecting man lying on top of him, his expression was gentle and cruel.

"Go to sleep."

When you wake up, it's time to make atonement.

In the original owner's long career, his younger brother Qinghong was special, but not the most special. He Jun is a person who does not know love, no one can pull him down from the altar, neither can his junior brother.

Qinghong's attachment and madness were all seen by him, but he was indifferent.

"I can give you everything except love."