Song Yang doesn't like to create gods.
Whether in reality or in Smiley City, he has witnessed countless times the fall of individuals who were revered as "gods" by everyone.
Similarly, whether in reality or in Smiley City, he does not like others treating him as a god.
Regardless of his grades, rankings, abilities, or qualities, he is just the most ordinary human being, and they are also the most ordinary human beings.
It's easy to make mistakes, easy to fail, and easy to die.
The same goes for the young man named Xia Jing.
Song Yang actually didn't believe that Xia Jing was completely immortal, but they had not yet figured out what could truly kill him.
I believe Xia Jing himself is also aware of this.
And precisely because of that unknown, Song Yang couldn't afford to take the risk.
Of course, he also had to admit that, apart from all this, it was difficult for him to bear watching this young man accept torture so calmly.
——But this young man would never follow other people's wishes.
Song Yang understood.
He understands everything.
Although he understood, when the monster lifted Xia Jing high up and a huge, exaggerated, terrifying bush of thorns appeared out of thin air on the vast grassland, Song Yang still felt as if the blood in his body seemed to freeze.
Inside and outside the glass house, everyone was watching this scene in horror.
The monster had definitely exaggerated the size of the thorn bush. The sharp thorns growing from the branches of the plants were extremely sharp, each one at least one meter long, and could easily pierce a person.
And these thorns are distributed so densely that if the monster hits Xia Jing with one of them, Xia Jing will instantly turn into a bloody hole!
There is no possibility of survival at all!
Song Yang clenched his fists, and the veins on his arms and neck were prominent.
At the moment the monster swung Xia Jing towards the thorn bush, he suddenly threw out a prop.
Immediately afterwards, a huge black protective shield in the shape of a bowl enveloped him, the monster and Xia Jing, blocking the view of everyone outside!
Li Shanyin and Xu Ning stared at the scene with wide eyes, expressions of astonishment and confusion.
On the grass, Bian Ya sat up with difficulty and squinted his eyes and asked, "What does your friend want to do?"
"I don't know," Feng Shi frowned, "but he should have an idea in his mind."
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Xia Jing made an attempt the moment he was pinched in the monster's hand, wanting to see if he could deal with the monster.
pity--
Even though props and weapons have no effect on them, the difference in their sizes is still too great.
Even if he could tear off a monster's finger with his bare hands, that would be all he could do.
Not only is this completely useless, but even the first few rounds of player punishment have shown that if the punished person resists the monster, it will only anger the monster and prolong the punishment time, which is completely unnecessary.
Xia Jing made a quick judgment, relaxed his body, and prepared to wait for this wave of punishment to pass.
——Sometimes the monsters in Smiley City are just so rogue that players can only accept their losses.
But fortunately, everything is still under control.
But at the moment this thought came to mind, a black protective shield suddenly fell from above the monster's head.
Xia Jing raised his eyebrows in surprise as a shadow came towards him from the side.
The next second, the monster's arm was hit hard and deviated from its original direction. The pile of spikes that were about to pierce Xia Jing's body only grazed Xia Jing's skin, causing a few drops of blood to splash on his cheek.
After suffering this blow, the giant monster's body tilted and its movement stopped for a moment.
The shadow fell to the ground. Song Yang stood firm and stared closely at the giant's reaction.
One second.
Two seconds.
Three seconds—
The giant came to his senses.
But it acted as if nothing had happened, and had no intention of settling the score with Song Yang. It just excitedly raised Xia Jing again.
——The monster does not react at all to attacks from players other than the punished person!
Xia Jing looked down and saw Song Yang heaving a sigh of relief. He then said expressionlessly, "This is what happens when Sun Qianqian attacks monsters."
Although those attacks could not stop the monster from torturing Sun Fujing, at the same time, those attacks did not attract the monster's attention at all.
This means that in the process of the secondary monster implementing punishment, "bystanders" are actually a bug.
So the question is, protective items cannot stop monsters, and weapons cannot hurt monsters. So if they completely give up destroying the secondary monster itself, and instead "others" find a way to accurately find the weak points on the monster and completely deflect the monster's attack, can they survive this round of difficulties?
Song Yang guessed that it probably couldn't be that simple.
He had observed this several times before. When the punished person was injured, the secondary monster would slowly show an excited look. This meant that only when the punished person was injured could the secondary monster's anger be dispelled and it would eventually leave.
Then the solution seemed clear - perhaps they could try to deflect the monster's attack, but not completely.
The monster might be satisfied as long as the punished person is slightly injured.
In this way, they can escape this round of punishment in disguise.
Song Yang had this idea at that moment and put it into practice.
It turns out that this trick works.
At this moment, Xia Jing was lying in the monster's palm.
He was once again thrown into the thorn bush by the monster. The huge fall amplitude and rapid speed brought up the wind, which blew up the young man's black hair.
He looked at Song Yang's expression carefully.
The man is angry.
Of course Song Yang was angry——
He didn't believe that Xia Jing would not think of the method he could think of, but this guy didn't say anything at all. Was he relying on his immortal body and felt that there was no need for him to do anything unnecessary?
Song Yang had never been so angry.
He was so angry that his head was buzzing, but his movements did not slow down.
The jumping ability of his feet increased a hundred times with the props. He jumped up suddenly, swung the machete, hit the monster's wrist, and knocked its hand up hard!
This time, the spike brushed past Xia Jing's waist and cut through the fabric of his clothes around his waist!
For the next ten minutes or so, Song Yang did not stop for a moment.
He kept jumping up and hitting the monster's arms, legs, and shoulders, deflecting the monster's movements again and again.
The sharp thorns scratched Xia Jing's arms, thighs, and cheeks again and again. The blood marks only made Xia Jing look embarrassed, but in fact, Xia Jing didn't even feel any pain.
Continuous attacks for more than ten minutes are very exhausting, not to mention that the use of props is limited.
When the time limit for a prop is reached, Song Yang has to replace it with other props that are less suitable. At the same time, the physical strength he has to consume will naturally increase exponentially.
——If he didn't have the black protective shield, he could actually call on Feng Shi to help him and share some of his attacks.
But he originally used this prop just in case.
Once his plan failed and Xia Jing was pierced by these spikes, at least they could not let others discover Xia Jing's secret.
Of course, he could also guess Xia Jing's original plan.
This man will be stabbed into a bloody hole in front of everyone's eyes. When the monster leaves, he will fall into the grass and his figure will be obscured by the tall grass.
Even if the seal and cliff outside the glass house rushed fast enough, this person could say that he used medical supplies at the first time, so his body began to heal at the first time, which was not surprising.
So what if it feels wrong or unreasonable?
Anyway, logically speaking, this person has the upper hand, and he is always so unscrupulous.
Song Yang sometimes wondered to himself whether it was really necessary for him to chase after this guy and clean up his mess.
Let him go crazy, let him be unrestrained. If this guy gets into trouble one day, it will be his own fault. What does it have to do with him?
But Song Yang could almost imagine——
If this guy really gets into trouble one day, he himself will probably remain calm and composed, but only Song Yang will be driven crazy!
Song Yang had a cold face and turned around to attack the monster!
With a loud bang, the monster's body tilted to the side. This time, the spikes cut through the flesh on Xia Jing's arm, revealing the white bones underneath.
Song Yang's pupils suddenly constricted.
Seeing his expression, Xia Jing narrowed his eyes and said, "Song Yang."
"Don't talk!" Song Yang panted. The moment he landed on the ground, he turned around and rushed towards the monster again. He jumped high and gritted his teeth, "Don't ask me to stop, and don't ask me to save props!"
This was the first time Song Yang spoke to him in such a harsh tone.
Xia Jing closed his mouth.
He looked at Song Yang silently for a while, then turned his head and looked at the thorn bushes that were hitting him again and again, and calculated the time in his mind.
He said: "This punishment is a bit too long. I think I have to be pierced through at least once before the monster will stop."
Song Yang froze for a moment, then gritted his teeth and wanted to rush over.
Xia Jing said: "Song Yang, don't waste time."
Song Yang's footsteps paused, and then he jumped up again.
But this time, he did not completely break the monster's wrist, but only slightly adjusted the direction in which the monster would fall on Xia Jing.
A sharp spike that was originally pointing towards Xia Jing's left chest pierced Xia Jing's shoulder.
With a hiss, blood spurted out.
Song Yang's eyes were bloodshot.
The monster finally let go.
Xia Jing fell down.
Song Yang rushed over.
When the monster and the thorn bush disappeared, the black protective shield shattered, the night sky appeared above their heads again, and Xia Jing fell heavily into Song Yang's arms.
The young man's body was a bit slender, and large amounts of blood were sprayed on the side of his face.
Blood was still gushing out of the bloody hole in his left shoulder. Without saying a word, Song Yang quickly took out medical supplies to block the bloody hole, spray medicine and bandage it.
At the same time, the rest of the bloodstains on Xia Jing's body were repairing automatically at a rapid speed.
Bian Ya and Feng Shi hurried over: "Are you okay?!"
They were slightly stunned when they found that except for Xia Jing's left shoulder which looked a little horrible, other parts of his body were still intact.
Song Yang said nothing, just lowered his eyes and bandaged Xia Jing's wound with professional skills.
Suddenly, his forehead was touched by cold fingertips.
The young man touched his forehead, lifted his face, and said calmly, "I'm fine. Don't always have that expression. Didn't we also cut open our bodies to prove ourselves in the Bionics dungeon?"
Song Yang suddenly raised his head and said through gritted teeth, "I did it myself, how can it be compared to what's happening now?"
Xia Jing looked at him straight in the eye: "You're still angry, but Song Yang, didn't you also tamper with the toys behind my back?"
Xia Jing tilted his head and frowned slightly, seeming a little puzzled: "What's the difference between what you did and what I did? The only difference is that I succeeded and you failed."
Song Yang paused for a moment. He laughed in anger and said, "You still have to say such things at this moment? Do you think I'm really competing with you for victory or defeat?"
Xia Jing: "What else?"
Song Yang's words popped out from between his teeth: "Xia, Jing."
Feng Shi and Bian Ya, who were standing by, noticed something was amiss and interrupted, "Um... calm down a bit and stop being so emotional."
Song Yang said, "Have you ever taken your body seriously from the beginning to the end? I admit that your physique is different, but you also thought of the method I thought of to weaken the monster's attack, right? Why didn't you tell me? Wouldn't it be better to suffer less injuries?"
Xia Jing: "Because using this method will inevitably waste props, it is impossible to do it with human physical strength alone."
Song Yang: "If you want to waste props, then waste them. Isn't the purpose of obtaining props to protect people?"
Xia Jing opened his mouth, then swallowed his words. He narrowed his eyes and said, "Okay, I admit that my concerns about this matter are unnecessary, but other than that, is there any other significance to discussing this matter besides winning or losing?"
"I succeeded in replacing those toys, and you'd be mad. If you'd succeeded, do you think I wouldn't be mad? We both did the same thing, and I thought we were even."
Song Yang laughed angrily and opened his mouth to speak, but suddenly realized what Xia Jing said and stopped talking.
He stared straight at the young man in his arms and said, "...If I sacrifice myself, will you be angry?"
"Why do you think I wouldn't?" Xia Jing sat up, calmly sorted out his somewhat tattered clothes, and said, "Song Yang, why do you think I would do this? If I really didn't care about you, why would I interfere?"
"Have you forgotten the conclusions you reached yesterday in the glass house? Or, since when did even the incredibly intelligent Dr. Song begin to question his own reasoning?"
Song Yang was choked by Xia Jing's cold tone.
He remembered what he said to Xia Jing last night...Xia Jing actually didn't refute it.
Thinking of this, Song Yang's anger seemed to be dispelled so easily.
A more sour and complex emotion surged in his heart, causing his heart to beat faster involuntarily.
He said hoarsely, "Xia Xia."
Xia Jing stood up, turned his head and looked down at him, and said, "Song Yang, I don't like arguing with you."
Song Yang: "..."
He took a deep breath and said with difficulty: "...I... don't like it either."
"Very good, so we have reached an agreement?"
Song Yang: "..."
Why did he feel that something was wrong?
He wiped his face, stood up, and with difficulty turned his head. He took Xia Jing's hand and whispered, "You asked me what I was angry about. This is not an emotion that can be eliminated by just getting even. Even though I understand the reason, I will still be angry when I see you hurt. Do you understand?"
Song Yang looked at him and said, "Even for me, it's hard to control my emotions sometimes. I'm sorry."
Xia Jingyi looked at him for a long time before lowering his eyes.
After a few seconds, he raised his eyelashes and said, "I understand."
It was like he knew that he should apologize to Song Yang at this moment, but he couldn't help but frown and speak coldly.
Xia Jing never felt that anything was completely out of his control, but emotions were obviously an exception.
Or to be more precise, the emotions aroused by Song Yang did not seem to be completely under his control.
After hearing what he said, Song Yang seemed to no longer intend to argue with him.
The man just raised his hand, silently smoothed his hair, and gently wiped the blood off his face.
The other hand hanging by her side was tightly holding his.
At this moment, Xia Jing had an indescribable feeling.
He said, "Thank you for just now."
Song Yang was stunned.
Xia Jing thought for a moment and said, "It does feel good to be able to avoid a few pains. I was too harsh with you just now."
Song Yang pursed his lips helplessly: "You are the one who was hurt, you don't have to apologize to me."
He murmured, "I just hope I don't encounter a copy like this again."
However, this hope is meaningless.
They can only rely on themselves.
Only by completely getting rid of this place by themselves can they truly gain peace and freedom.
Song Yang's eyes calmed down.
But now, they must leave this copy first.
Song Yang said in a deep voice: "Let's hurry up."
Before dawn, they must dig out all the secrets buried in this grass.
Seeing the atmosphere between the two men ease, Feng Shi secretly breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Bian Ya and I just checked, and there are no bodies of Wang Lian and Zhang Li in the grass from yesterday. Players should disappear immediately once they die in this dungeon."
If Sun Fujing and Sun Qianqian were both dead, they might have disappeared without a trace by now.
The four of them looked at each other, then turned around and ran towards the direction where the grandfather and grandson had just been driven away by the monster, intending to confirm it. Moreover, the place where the grandfather and grandson disappeared was a bit strange.
While running, Xia Jing glanced around and said, "There is no wind outside at all."
The wind that was blowing on them now was caused by their running.
The grass moves without wind.
The clouds in the night sky also drift at a constant speed in the calm night sky.
The four people ran to the direction where the grandfather and grandson had just disappeared, suddenly stopped and looked into the distance.
There is a sea in the distance.
The moon hung high in the sky, and the silvery moonlight sprinkled on the sea, making the waves sparkle.
They looked down at their feet—
That's a cliffhanger.
Sun Fujing was obviously knocked down from here by the monster.
Sun Qianqian was clinging to a rock protruding from the cliff with both hands, struggling with tears in her eyes. When she saw someone finally appear, she cried out in a hoarse voice, "I... I can't hold on any longer!"
This girl actually managed to stay here alone for so long!
The four people's expressions changed.
Song Yang immediately took out the rope from the space bag, threw it down, and said, "Hold on to the rope, we'll pull you up!"
Sun Qianqian's face flushed red. She struggled to grab the rope and held on tightly. Song Yang and Feng Shi pulled the girl up in a few seconds.
After coming up, Sun Qianqian knelt on the grass, gasping for breath, tears falling drop by drop.
She obviously had not recovered from the pain of losing her grandfather, but she also had not forgotten that if she did not pass this copy, someone else would suffer the same fate as her grandfather tomorrow night.
Sun Qianqian raised her head, her eyes red as she sobbed, "
The four were stunned.
"It feels like it was carved by humans; the shape of the cliff is so strange!"