The time in the safe house is very chaotic.
As it drifts through the instance, it follows the instance's time.
When Xia Jing parked it in the corner of the game hall, its pace was adjusted to that of the game hall.
Beyond that, the safe house sometimes drifts into a dark chaos.
Xia Jing didn't know where that place was.
All he knew was that sometimes, when he came to the window, it was already pitch black outside.
There is nothing in the darkness.
Xia Jing leaned against the window, his eyes looking into the distance, and the darkness looked back at him silently like him.
A second in this void may be an hour, a day, or even two days in the game hall.
…
On this day, when leaving the safe house from the darkness, Xia Jing noticed that the game lobby time displayed on the holographic screen was three days later.
The forum is buzzing with discussion about the four-star dungeon that five anonymous bosses entered today.
The five people have been in the dungeon for two hours, and no one knows how long it will take to get the results. Everyone is excited and nervous.
Will the bosses be able to clear the level or will they be completely wiped out?
If we pass the level, how many people will be left?
Xia Jing's heart moved.
...However, before Monday, he couldn't even go to the game hall login room to check out the four-star copy in person.
Xia Jing browsed the forum for a while, then gave up dejectedly.
He stood up from the sofa, feeling a little irritated and a little itchy.
Xia Jing rarely had such an emotional state, and this state often occurred when he repeatedly realized that he was always confined in the safe house.
As if sensing Xia Jing's emotions, Tuanzi stood up, leaned closer to him, and looked up at him with eyes full of comfort and tenderness.
Xia Jing paused, exhaled lightly, rubbed it, and whispered: "I'm fine."
After he finished speaking, he glanced out the window and found that the safe house had unknowingly drifted to a familiar copy.
Xia Jing's thoughts turned.
He walked directly into the dungeon from the safe house. He couldn't get points through the system, but that didn't stop him from killing monsters... and satisfying his desire to do so.
Soon, Xia Jing made a decision in his heart.
He put the space bag in his pocket, opened the door and walked out.
The moment the door behind him closed, the words "Closed" appeared again on the snow-white wall.
Xia Jing turned around, looked into the depths of the maze-like winding corridor, and walked forward step by step.
…
The one-star copy is "Fall in Love with Your Face". The main monster of the copy is the faceless woman. In order to have her own facial features, she will try every means to devour the player's face.
A group of new players were surrounded by the faceless woman as soon as they logged into the dungeon. They were so scared that they fled for their lives.
The dungeon was filled with screams and earthquake-like running.
Xia Jing was already quite familiar with this copy. After wandering around in the maze for a while, he found his destination - a mysterious room that was abruptly embedded in the middle of the corridor.
He raised his leg and was about to kick the door open when a group of players suddenly appeared at the corner at the right end of the corridor. Their faces flushed red and they rushed towards him, roaring at the top of their lungs!
Behind them, four or five faceless women in white were chasing them.
The faceless women have only one mouth on their faces, with long tongues sticking out and dancing. They call out to the players softly: "Don't run... Don't run... Aa ...
The faceless women suddenly screamed together!
The shrill screams scared the group of players to death. Several of them sat down on the ground, and a few fainted. The remaining few who were still able to remain calm also had pale faces.
"What's wrong?!"
"What happened?!"
When they found that the faceless woman behind them turned around and ran away, they suddenly realized something and turned around to look at the young man who was about to raise his foot to kick the door.
The young man had a face like a steamed bun, small inverted triangle eyes, a flat nose and thick lips. He was quite ugly, but his posture was quite handsome.
The young man blinked and looked at them.
And they blinked and looked at the young man.
At this moment——
If only one of these players still maintained his sanity...
If only one of them still remembered that there were originally twelve players in their game, and that this young man was not one of them...
Whenever...
Unfortunately, there is no such thing as ordinary.
These players' minds have gone blank during their exhausting escape.
When they realized that the faceless woman was afraid of this young man, they felt like they had seen a savior, and stumbled towards him with tears in their eyes...
"Hey, young man, please tell me..."
Xia Jing turned around and ruthlessly kicked open the door in front of him with a "bang".
The dozen or so faceless women crammed inside froze.
The players outside froze in tears.
Only Xia Jing raised his eyebrows and sighed, "Looks like there will be a good harvest today?"
The faceless women seemed very shocked that it was Xia Jing who appeared at the door instead of the player.
Their mouths were all wide open. If they had eyes, their expressions would definitely be "stunned".
But at the same time, this is not the first time they have encountered such a situation.
So when they reacted, the young man took out the rope from the space bag, stretched it straight, smiled slightly, and said in the most gentle tone: "Don't be afraid, it will be fine soon."
——The faceless women took a deep breath in fear, and then:
"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!"
The players were in a trance: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"
The faceless woman once again: "Ah ...
The players were heartbroken: "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!"
Xia Jing took a step forward, walked into the room, and closed the door with a bang.
Inside and outside the door, there seemed to be a "grand chorus". The young man hid in the shadows, frowned, and said kindly, "Let's start playing games."
*
It was half an hour later when Xia Jing returned to the safe house.
The space bag contained a total of twenty-five pieces of face skin from the faceless woman. This trip's harvest was richer than any previous one. Xia Jing was in a pretty good mood, and a gentle atmosphere filled his whole body again.
He had no idea that not long after he left the dungeon, a post would appear on the forum. The subject of the post was, "A newbie replayed the one-star dungeon 'Fall in Love with Your Face'. A new type of humanoid boss appeared in the dungeon. The faceless woman scared him. Is this a system bug or has the dungeon been improved? Tears welling up!"
Xia Jing knew nothing. After counting the props, he briskly put all the facial skins into the warehouse of the small supermarket, humming a song while packing up.
When he came out again, he heard Tuanzi's loud barking.
Xia Jing paused, walked over and asked calmly, "What's wrong?"
The dumplings were created by Xia Jing himself, so they naturally suit Xia Jing's personality and preferences.
This golden retriever was well-behaved and quiet most of the time, and this was almost the first time Xia Jing heard it roar so loudly.
The golden retriever bared its teeth at the door, its fur slightly standing on end, and its posture alert. Xia Jing looked out the window, and everywhere he looked was darkness, as if he had returned to that chaotic place again.
However, Xia Jing knew that the outside world was not a chaotic place.
They must have drifted to a completely unfamiliar copy again.
Xia Jing pressed the golden retriever's head, and the golden retriever immediately stopped barking. It just looked at the young man worriedly as he calmly walked over and opened the door.
As the door opened, a cool, damp breath hit me in the face.
Xia Jing quickly glanced around.
They seemed to have arrived in a dilapidated old town.
The sky was pitch black, and the moon hung high in the night sky. Its silvery light fell on several thick, dry ancient trees, outlining the hideous silhouettes of the bare branches.
There was a gray shadow of a village in the distance, and the safe house was located on an empty land.
Maybe it rained during the day, the ground was wet at this time, and there were several puddles reflecting the moonlight.
A few dozen meters away, a man was lying on his side with his back to him, motionless.
There was a threatening gurgling sound in Tuanzi's throat, which was directed at the unknown darkness, not at the man.
Xia Jing paused, stepped on the wet and sticky soil, and walked over step by step.
After standing beside the man, he stepped on the man's shoulder with his foot, and the man slowly turned over with the force and lay on his back.
There was no resistance from beginning to end, like an object without a soul.
The man's black hair was wet with rain and stuck to his cold pale forehead.
Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were tightly closed, and her thin lips had lost their color.
——Perhaps it was because a large amount of blood had already flowed out from the shocking scars on his waist and abdomen.
The ground beneath him was covered in blood.
There was no breath in his chest.
Xia Jing lowered his eyes.
Tuanzi followed him out of the safe house, staring vigilantly into the distance while anxiously watching Xia Jing's back.
"Song Yang," Xia Jing muttered the name in a rough voice while wearing a human skin mask, muttering to himself, "...What a pity."
He followed Tuanzi's gaze, looked at the darkness to the right, and fell into thought.
If my guess is correct, Song Yang is probably one of the five people who entered the four-star dungeon today.
Four-star copy...
Xia Jing narrowed his eyes.
He actually drifted to this place in this way.
Xia Jing has always wanted to know what kind of monsters would be in the four-star dungeon.
In addition, once a four-star copy is passed, it will disappear from the copy menu. Could this one-time setting be because the secrets of this terrifying world are hidden deep in the depths of this type of copy?
All kinds of thoughts were running through Xia Jing's head, and a hint of eagerness flashed in his eyes as he stared into the darkness.
"Woo..." Tuanzi's sobs brought Xia Jing back to his senses.
Xia Jing paused.
——However, without any information about this four-star copy, it would be exciting but meaningless to interrupt this copy game that you don't know where it has already progressed to.
After realizing this, Xia Jing's eyes returned to their calm state.
On the contrary...
He turned his head and stared at Song Yang, who was already completely cold. After thinking for a while, he squatted down and carefully searched the man's body for... the space bag.
Tuanzi was shocked, obviously he didn't expect that at this time, his master still had the mind to do such a... sneaky business!
But in Xia Jing's opinion, the person is already dead, and it would be a waste to put monster props on the dead body. It would be better to recycle them.
He has always been able to do this kind of thing without batting an eyelid.
Seeing his master being so shameless, Tuanzi fell into a strange silence for a few seconds.
But soon it retracted its head and consciously took on the role of lookout, guarding the dark place for Xia Jing. The master and pet worked together to search for props.
Xia Jing groped along Song Yang's chest, but couldn't find Song Yang's space bag for a long time. Just as he was about to frown, he touched a small cloth bag pressed against Song Yang's lower back.
Xia Jing chuckled and picked up the cloth bag.
The next second, a hand suddenly rose up and quickly grabbed Xia Jing's wrist before he could react.
Xia Jing's smile faded, and he turned his head to look at the dead man's face expressionlessly.
The dead came back to life.
The dead man opened his charming peach blossom eyes and asked with a smile: "What are you doing——"
"—Xia, Jing?"
Xia Jing: "..."
Song Yang has been in this dungeon for two whole days, and three of the other four people who entered the dungeon with him have died.
After he was separated from the remaining person, Song Yang had no idea whether that person was dead or alive.
He acted alone, escaped death several times, and finally figured out the identity of the monster in this copy. However, at that time he was already on the verge of death due to his injuries.
Song Yang had never expected that he would need the "Fake Death Recovery" item that he had traded with other players before entering the dungeon just in case.
This item will put him into a state of suspended animation for one hour. As long as he can wake up safely, all his injuries will be healed and his physical strength will be restored to 100%. It is a very magical healing item.
Fortunately, although the monsters in this copy are powerful, they are killing machines without any intelligence, only instincts. Even if Song Yang pretended to die halfway because he could not hold on, the monster would just treat him as a piece of garbage and walk over him when it saw him "dead".
The only thing Song Yang didn't expect was that when he woke up, he would meet someone he didn't expect at all.
At this moment, he could feel his heart gradually waking up and beating stronger.
The blood flowed faster, rushing through every vein in his body.
Perhaps because of the powerful effect of this healing item, Song Yang was a little excited.
He smiled, his eyes gleaming with surprise. "You're still using this human skin mask. Have you never taken it off, or have you replaced it?"
Xia Jing stared at him expressionlessly.
"Three days have passed outside. It's impossible for you not to have returned home once... So you changed your face?" Song Yang had already figured out the answer. He raised his lip and said, "Is it because your painting skills are too bad that you can only draw the same face?"
Xia Jing narrowed his eyes.
Song Yang held his wrist tightly.
The man pulled him closer, raised his head, and said in a low voice: "Xia Jing, who are you?"
"—And why are you here?"
He stared straight into Xia Jing's eyes, as if he wanted to capture every slight change in Xia Jing's expression and understand all his inner thoughts.
Their faces were so close that they could almost feel each other's breath.
Summer scenery...
Xia Jing raised his hand seriously and clenched it into a fist.
The moment Song Yang's smile froze and he dodged backwards swiftly, Xia Jing swung at him mercilessly!
——Song Yang was knocked unconscious again and fell back to the ground.
Xia Jing picked up the space bag, stood up, relaxed his shoulders and neck, and let out a calm breath.
Tuanzi was stunned by his master's series of actions!
It swallowed and glanced at Song Yang's face quietly to confirm that the man had fainted but not completely dead. An embarrassed expression appeared on the dog's face.
After beating the man, Xia Jing curled the corners of his lips and wanted to turn around and leave.
But for some reason, he stopped halfway through turning around.
Eyelids drooped slightly.
After a few seconds, Xia Jing turned around——
She lifted Song Yang's chin with her toes.
The man lost consciousness again and could only let Xia Jing tease him. His handsome and resolute face was tinged with a hint of fragile beauty.
Xia Jing tilted his head, his eyes slowly sweeping over Song Yang's beautifully shaped eyes, tall nose, and pale lips...
There was a look of interest in his eyes.
After a while, Xia Jing licked his lips and chuckled.
He had to admit that this guy was indeed a little attractive to him.
It would be a pity to die here.
Xia Jing raised his chin, thought for a moment, and gave Tuanzi a look.
The thought was transmitted to the golden retriever's consciousness. The golden retriever pricked up its ears and rushed into the safe house. After a while, it brought out an injection and a small shield.
Xia Jing squatted down again, and roughly inserted the needle into Song Yang's chest, pushing the "three-minute awakening medicine" into Song Yang's body.
Then he threw the shield at the man, and the small shield immediately became invisible, and the man was quickly hidden in the environment. At first glance, his figure could not be found at all.
After doing this, Xia Jing took out the nightmare props from Song Yang's space bag, and then threw the small cloth bag back to Song Yang.
The young man smiled and said, "See you again if there's a chance."
"Song Yang."
*
Feng Shi and Jia Qing waited in Song Yang's personal space for nearly three hours.
During these three hours, the two of them did not say a word, and the atmosphere was filled with anxiety and tension.
Three hours later, the red light in the private login room came on and the door was opened.
Jia Qing and Feng Shi stood up suddenly.
"Song Yang!"
"Brother Yang!"
Song Yang's body was covered in shocking blood, but his complexion was still good and not too ugly.
Just an expression, very subtle.