Wang Hao looked at the fat man with some vigilance. He still understood the truth that trouble comes from words.
[False] This guy was very stingy. In his first reincarnation, he accidentally said "Paradise is fake" and then died inexplicably.
But this fat man actually said bad things without restraint!
Moreover, the other party seemed to have no worries. Not only was he not afraid, he even sat on the ground and picked up his nose leisurely.
"The information on the note is just a piece of fun for most people." Fatty said with some dejection: "The life in the paradise is so nourishing. Even if there is something hidden, no one wants to come back to us.
The original world."
"But having said that, after experiencing too much stimulation, the nerves gradually become numb. Only these ghost stories can stimulate people's hearts. And the bottom of the mine is indeed haunted. The second floor we are currently on is not bad.
As you go down, the haunting gets worse."
"If I go down a few floors, I should be able to pick up crystal stones again. Ha, ha, ha."
He had a sudden thought: "By the way, you also want to pick up crystal stones down there this time, or... take care of each other?"
"Anyway, only you can see the spar, so you don't have to worry about others robbing it. It would be good to have one more person to take care of it."
This fat guy actually initiated a team invitation!
Wang Hao couldn't help but suspect that this guy had "Stockholm Syndrome". After being beaten, he became more honest.
"Are you two going to explore the mine?" The old beggar who was eavesdropping and having the conversation in the first round also came over and said, "Count me in."
"Do you have that kind of note?" Lao Wang asked.
"No, I'm not interested in those things!"
It can be seen that the old beggar is really not interested in the note, he is only interested in riding people.
Wang Hao thought about it for a while, and since he didn't have any special clues now, he nodded in agreement.
…
The fat man’s name is Shi Dapeng. The last time he picked up the crystal was on the fourth floor, two months ago.
The old beggar’s name was Lou Ronggen. The last time he picked up the spar was on the fifth floor of the mine, which happened half a year ago.
As for Lao Wang himself, who calls himself "Lao Zhao", he feels that it is impossible for him to pick up the crystal stone, even if he reaches the eighth layer of the deepest layer.
"There are two types of monsters in the mines. The first type is physical, just like the ones we just saw. In fact, they are not too powerful."
"There is another kind that has no entity and usually just scares people." Lou Ronggen, the most experienced old beggar, introduced, "Like laughter and coughing, if you want to disturb your mind, the best way is,
Don't care, just pretend you didn't hear it."
Wang Hao asked again: "Have you ever heard of communication rooms, broadcasts and very narrow tunnels?"
"No...no. Even if there is, it's a matter of the seventh or eighth floor."
Lou Ronggen's expression changed and he whispered, "It is said that the exploration of the seventh floor has just been completed in the past few days, and someone found a colored crystal stone there!"
The fat man Shi Dapeng said with envy: "Colorful? It's so enviable. He doesn't need to worry about wishes in his whole life."
"This life is so exciting, a hundred times happier than the emperor."
"It's useless to be envious. Let's find the crystal as soon as possible and return to the paradise as soon as possible. Even if we pick up a white one, it'll be fine!"
Not long after, the security room arrived. The security guards here were armed with live ammunition to ensure the safety of the underground mine. Everyone was equipped with a small-caliber pistol, a day's food quota, and a bottle of water.
The control of firearms is not too strict here.
Since the crystals cannot be snatched and can only be held by oneself, the number of violent incidents is barely controllable.
"It's better to keep silent and make a fortune," said the beggar Lou Ronggen, "after all, some people just can't see others being kind."
"Even if there are three of us, whoever picks up the spar, there is no need to announce it, just know it yourself."
"Let's see... no matter who picks up the spar and returns to the paradise, it's okay to deliver some food to his buddies via courier, right? Giving some relief can be considered a form of comradeship."
"This plan is good."
Wang Hao listened to their discussion and glanced at the security room curiously. The security guards were heavily armed and seemed unwilling to pay attention to anyone.
There are no very obvious rules in the security room.
He received his supplies and deliberately asked: "Sir, is there only one colored crystal on the first floor?"
The security guard didn't reply.
On the contrary, Lou Ronggen quickly stopped him: "These security guards are ignoring you, don't talk to them."
"As for the issue of colored crystals, it seems that there is really only one on the first floor, but I can't be sure. After all, many people like to make a fortune in silence. Fatty, do you have any news?"
"I'm not sure. I also heard that people who pick up colored crystals... are all so... weird." Shi Dapeng tilted his head. As a conspiracy theory enthusiast, he especially likes to collect these strange rumors.
"Gah?" Wang Hao was a little surprised.
Shi Dapeng smiled "hehe": "Do you think it is possible to fulfill all wishes? What if the person who picked up the colored crystal wants to destroy the paradise, what if he wants to become God? What if he wants the entire universe? Want to be
Where is the Master of the Multiverse?”
"Are these wishes possible?"
"The paradise only needs the most precious colored crystals. Since you picked them up, they will be of no use to you."
Lou Ronggen said disdainfully: "Oh, you are just trying to get over the top. This all must mean 'almost all', which is limited to what humans can do. If you don't trust Paradise, why are you still picking up crystals?
"
Shi Dapeng curled his lips: "Do you think you have complete trust? How many old acquaintances are still alive? Aren't they all dead in some corner?"
"Le Yuan just doesn't like people who can't pick up crystal stones! If you can't pick them up, sooner or later you will die inexplicably."
Lou Ronggen was silent for a moment and did not speak.
…
When Wang Hao got into the black hole, a line of prompts appeared.
[When you reach the third floor, you feel a faint pain, as if something is taking over your body. A strange feeling rises from your heart, and you want to leave this ghost place immediately.]
It only takes a moment to pass through the darkness like mercury.
Just like a faint ripple passing through, the third underground floor is here.
It still looks like a mine, with stalactites hanging from above, faint lights hanging all around, and deep darkness beyond.
The sound of "tick-tick-tick" water drops is particularly harsh in the quiet environment.
At a glance, he still didn't see the so-called "spar", but only saw a red line, which was the so-called "safe zone".
After passing the safe period and groping in the darkness, the light is weakened to the limit.
Suddenly, Wang Hao heard a weak cough lingering in his ears.
"Cough, cough, cough."
This sound is like that of a consumptive patient in the hospital who is about to cough up blood, lingering in his ears.
"Did you hear the sound?"
"No, no." Shi Dapeng and Lou Longgen felt guilty when they thought that this place might be haunted.
"Am I the only one who heard it?"
It's not that Wang Hao is afraid, but he doesn't know how to complete [Main Mission: Seal the Moon of Illusion]. Is it to go deep into the eighth floor and pick up colorful crystal stones?
"Tap, tap, tap."
As the three of them groped, heavy footsteps echoed from the corridor.
From far to near.
The footsteps became heavier and heavier, and the invisible thing seemed to be coming behind him.
Wang Hao turned around.
Suddenly, he saw an expressionless little boy staring at him!
The other person was very short, about seven or eight years old, wearing a small suit and leather shoes, and just stood there with an expressionless face.
Wang Hao's heartstrings couldn't help but tighten. In the depressing and dark environment, with a child following behind him, even the most minded person couldn't help but hold his breath.
The next second he was about to take out the gun, the little boy suddenly disappeared again.
No matter how hard I opened my eyes, I couldn't see that "thing".
suddenly!
That coughing sound, two heavy coughs, as if he wanted to cough out his heart!
From near to far.
Completely disappeared again.
Wang Hao frowned, his mind racing.
"What do you mean, a plot intended to scare people?"
"Why do I feel like this little boy looks a bit familiar..."
Pupils dilated slightly.
Come to think of it, this is the little boy "Long" met when he was growing up - Xiang Hao!
"Comrade Xiang Hao should be dead. This is what he looked like when he was a child."
"And [Wanxu] has the ability to retrieve memories... all the doctors in Qingtian Hospital are memory infusions."
"If [Wanxu] did it, what was it for?"
He also thought of the fact that there were no children in the paradise, and for a moment, he got a little distracted.
Lou Ronggen saw him stopping there and patted his shoulder: "Hey, buddy, buddy, aren't you scared to death? This is only the third floor, so there shouldn't be any big danger, it's just a little dark."
"Oh, oh!" Wang Hao quickly came back to his senses, "I heard a voice."
"It's okay. Everyone will hear Yixi's weird noise, but only you can hear it. If it's not too serious, the problem shouldn't be big."
Wang Hao was speechless, silent for a moment, and took a few steps forward.
Where the "child" disappeared, there was a long rocky crevice.
He bit the bullet, stretched out his hand, and tried to grope into the crack.
In fact, it is very scary to reach into the black crack.
The fat man and the beggar felt their scalps numb and kept swallowing their saliva. They were afraid of touching some centipedes or scorpions. Thinking about this kind of thing gave them goosebumps all over their bodies.
but……
Wang Hao actually touched a piece of paper!
There were a few lines of scrawled text written on the waxy yellow paper.
[...If everyone is a saint, we can achieve success easily. It is too greedy, and sacrifice can really weaken it.]
[But obviously, human nature is self-interested and selfish, heroes are always in the minority, and that kind of plan is impossible to realize. Therefore, we failed in the past.]
【We came here and modified the plan.】
[It is not a bad thing to let the power of the evil soil extend out.]
A few words in the mist made Wang Hao frown.
On the contrary, the other two people shouted in surprise.
"This, this, this... is definitely a real antique! If it is a note left by explorers in the past, a real antique would cost at least several million or even tens of millions!"
Lou Ronggen lowered his voice and felt helpless: "Unfortunately, we have to find the spar first before we can return to the paradise."
He was a little envious, but not jealous.
Because in this world, crystals are the most important.
These "notes" are very popular for those who like them, but for those who don't like them, they have no meaning. They can't be eaten or played with, they can only be looked at. What's the point?
Wang Hao carefully hid the note and kept thinking about it.
(What do you mean? Why could I pick up this note? Wasn’t the little boy just under the control of [Delusion]? Am I different from other people? Why did he find me so accurately?)
These questions linger in my mind and cannot be explained.
"Who wrote the note?" He took a deep breath and asked.
Lou Ronggen said: "It was a well-known explorer named Xiang Hao more than 20 years ago... He entered the eighth floor and never came back."
"He is really a very special and strange person. Let's put it this way, most of us are the kind of people who are willing to degenerate in the sewers. He is the kind of person who wants to change the habit of bed bugs... Although he
It can’t possibly work, right?”
Speaking of this, Lou Ronggen laughed to himself.
"He may know what paradise is, but he doesn't dare to reveal it. You should understand that compared to the outside world, paradise is really no different from heaven. You don't have to worry about dying if you violate the weird rules... Hey, the outside world
Why did it become like this, God knows what happened..."
Wang Hao asked again: "Didn't you say that many of your former acquaintances died? How did they die?"
"Hey, it's all because of overindulgence. Diabetes, high blood pressure, and heart disease are all on the rise. It's difficult for modern medicine to completely treat these problems. Of course, there are ways to cure them, which is to pick up crystal stones and use wishes to treat them."
"If you want a wish, you have to go into the mine, so they died... people will indeed die if they go into the mine."
Then I heard Fatty Shi Dapeng suddenly whisper: "I remembered something. People who pick up this kind of note, especially the note left by Xiang Hao, may suffer bad luck. It's best..."
He paused: "It's best to turn around and return to the paradise. Otherwise, you may suffer bad luck and have some accidents."
The two teammates' expressions subconsciously changed slightly and they took a few steps back.
You can go down to the mine at any time; but you only have one life, so if the rumors are true, you can't live with it.
Wang Hao secretly rolled his eyes. It was naturally impossible to turn around on the original route. Because of his character, it was impossible to pick up the crystal and return to the paradise.
Moreover, it is impossible to hide in a safe zone while playing a game.
He can only take risks!
As for the moral character and personal qualities of these two teammates, naturally I don't expect too much.
We formed a temporary team, and if we break up, we will break up.
(If this rumor is true, it means that after the dead Xiang Hao passed on the information, I have been targeted by [Fantasy].)
(But if you die, just die. In a script of this difficulty, if you don’t die a few times, how can you get information?)
He said casually: "I can do it alone... You can go back first. I'll look for you now that you're here."
"Why don't you... take a walk again? If you can't do that, go back." The beggar Lou Ronggen was silent for a moment and reconciled. He had to go to at least the fifth floor to pick up the spar.
I finally mustered up the courage to come down here, but I can't give up halfway.
He was so eager to return to paradise.
But after searching for a long time, I found nothing on the third floor.
The third layer is actually very large, with a lot of gaps, but there is no prompt, and Wang Hao can't find any more notes.
The little boy never appeared again.
…
Everyone gritted their teeth and arrived at the fourth floor.
It was also a dark hole, as if a layer of mercury-like darkness enveloped the surrounding space.
While walking through the darkness, another line of prompts popped up.
[The fourth level is here. You feel a faint pain, and something is taking over your body. A strange feeling rises in your heart, making you want to leave this ghost place immediately. ]
The adjectives in this sentence have undergone subtle changes.
Wang Haoyi was brave and walked to the front, stepping on the path of the cave. Occasionally, "hee hee" laughter would linger in his ears. The oppressive and dark environment made him feel uncomfortable.
Finally, I had to turn down the helmet volume.
This is the case with many horror games. If there was no sound, it would feel a little worse.
The fat man and the beggar followed behind, following suit.
"Hearing hallucinations will become more and more serious here, and physical monsters will also appear." Beggar Lou Ronggen held the small-caliber pistol, his face turned blue, "Last year, I suffered attacks from some horrible bugs here.
Those bugs are like centipedes, bigger than humans!"
"Fortunately, I managed to escape..."
"Are there many monsters here?" Wang Hao asked.
"It's not that many. Monsters are generally concentrated on the eighth floor now. In the first few floors, fish that escape the net occasionally come up..." Halfway through, he lowered his voice and said, "Fuck, what kind of luck is this."
There was a tall figure in front of him, standing there motionless.
The tall blurry figure standing there did not continue to wait, but walked in with heavy steps, step by step.
This heavy footsteps did not sound like a living person, but like a stiff, cold corpse.
"Lou Ronggen, come on!" The fat man shivered and took a few steps back, sweating profusely.
He secretly complained in his heart. It was a rare occasion when he mustered up the courage to come here to pick up crystals, only to encounter a monster. Should he run away or shoot? If he ran away, he might not be able to escape his teammates because he was so fat.
!
He held up a small-caliber pistol and tried to shoot.
"Fuck you, uncle, prepare your looting equipment!" Lou Ronggen, the beggar, also trembled in his heart and cursed, "It was that little note that brought bad luck. You should go back as soon as possible!"
As he spoke, the tall black figure approached.
It had the face of a pig, a fat head and big ears. The yellow teeth in its big bloody mouth exuded a strong rotten smell, and its scarlet eyes stared at them. It held a bloody butcher knife in its hand.
, dark red blood fell to the ground drop by drop.
To be honest, Wang Hao... is actually not too scared.
Human life is only once, but now, one life only costs 100 yuan.
The various unknowns manifested by the incorporeal [illusion] made him a little panicked and helpless.
But a pig-headed man only has a scary appearance, like a drizzle. Having experienced strong winds and waves, I actually don’t have much feeling for these scary-looking creatures.
…
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