Why is the NPC Frightened By Me Again [Infinite Stream]

The thrifty and thrifty Chu Tianshu finally drove the excavator to dig out the frozen heart from the bottom of the lake.

"This is called pretending to be cool for a while, and then crematorium." Lin Huai sat on the small bench, holding his chin to watch his fiery head gradually emerge from under the ice, "If you don't throw it into the lake, there will be Frozen effect, why do you still throw it into the lake?"

"Because that's more handsome."

Chu Tianshu said, wiped off the blood mist on the black gem with the corner of his clothes, and carefully put it into his pocket: "Although the aftermath process is usually more troublesome..."

Lin Huai: "...It's not so much trouble, it's better to say that your previous fashion value has been wiped out by your digging."

"However, generally speaking, every time I was in the aftermath, the nearby onlookers either ran away or died." Chu Tianshu smiled, "So the last step is omitted..."

Lin Huai:  …

Looking at Chu Tianshu's hearty smile, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes.

People in this world are rarely confused. He decided to give up on the cause of death of the onlookers and entangled in the content of "the last little step". Fu Liye and others had long since left, and in the lake of blood now, only Lin Chu and two were left.

"go?"

After hearing Chu Tianshu's voice, Lin Huai shook his head.

"Before I go, I want to do one thing." He stood up from the bench with a brisk tone, "like—"

"Go back to the Huxin Pavilion and see the last painting," he said, "other than that—"

"—I also want to know, what exactly is the painting 'Chrysanthemum'." Lin Huai tapped his forehead with his index finger, "Although I said that this level has been passed, I still feel a little unwilling... "

"It's a scratch."

"Scratches?"

"To be precise, it's the scratches on the lid of the coffin." Chu Tianshu said, "'Hand holding the child, grow old with the child', from the very beginning, this copy implies that this painting must be related to the 'hand'. "

They followed the mountain road all the way to the shore.

"At first I thought that the nature of the 'Chrysanthemum' painting was similar to the other paintings, such as the blood-stained plum blossoms, the hair shadow under the ice, and the blood trailing on the gravel beach. From the hands of many ghosts, after selecting the hand belonging to 'Zhou Ying', they clasped their hands together, the shadow reflected on the lake. After all..." Lin Huai moved his fingers, "The shape of the hand is similar to that of a chrysanthemum. , and Zhou Ying's obsession also lies in his hands."

"However, when he was on the lake, he told me that he never entered the lake. He would enter the lake in this round of my fantasy experience, purely on a whim. Since that's the case, then..."

"No one can choose the correct hand in the lake, so the focus of the so-called fifth play is not on the handle, but on the players' reactions after failing to pick the arm." Chu Tianshu said, "In the The moment the choice fails, the boat will turn into a coffin lid, and the players on the boat will be dragged into the bottom of the lake by hundreds of ghost hands, and the key to survival is just before the player is about to be dragged into the bottom of the lake—"

"You mean..."

"Before being dragged to the bottom of the lake, he firmly grabbed the coffin lid and left scratches on the inside of the coffin lid." A cold voice said, "This is the so-called 'chrysanthemum' painting."

The white-haired man stood on the shore, and with the yin wind of hunting, the robe on his body also flew like a red butterfly.

In the distance, Lin Chu and the others had already boarded the boat. The old man in black stood behind the white-haired Sha, as silent as he had been for decades.

"Actually, from the beginning, I never thought about letting any player survive."

He glanced at the two of them one last time, lowered his head, and lowered his gaze to the jasper ring in his palm.

"Let's go."

Two figures, one red and one black, disappeared on the island.

Lin Huai tried to spin the turntable, but no matter how he tried, the ship remained motionless as if it were dead.

"The copy is over, and the ship's driving function has been cancelled." Chu Tianshu looked down, "It looks like we can't go back."

Lin Huai: "Can't you install an electric motor?"

Chu Tianshu: "Brother Daxiong, do you think I am Doraemon?"

Lin Huai:  …

After thinking for a moment, he clapped his fist with the palm of his hand.

Lin Huai: "I have a solution."

"What way? Do you want to... row back by yourself?" Chu Tianshu spat out the blade of grass in his mouth, with a face full of tears and laughter, "Come on, you should call me Doraemon."

Lin Huai: "No, don't forget my hobbies."

Chu Tianshu: "?"

Lin Huai: "Lend me your hand."

He grabbed Chu Tianshu's hand and put it into the lake without any explanation. Chu Tianshu was so startled by him that he let out a grief-stricken scream: "Fuck! You actually used me to fish!"

Human flesh and blood really is the best bait. Not long after, a few ghosts surfaced.

It was too late, but it was fast, Lin Huai grabbed them one by one and threw them onto the boat.

The boat, which had a shallow draft, sank a lot. Chu Tianshu shook the water in his hand, looked at the ghosts crawling on the boat, and Lin Huai, who was trying to subdue them, with a confused expression: "What are you doing?"

Lin Huai pressed one with his left knee, grabbed one with his right hand, and pressed another with his left arm. He raised his head with difficulty and said, "Brother Doraemon, do you have a horse bit?"

The blade of grass in Chu Tianshu's mouth fell to the ground: "Huh?"

"Or change something." Lin Huai said, "Do you have a dog sled collar?"

After half an hour.

Lin Huai sat on the bow of the boat, holding a long whip in hand, watching with satisfaction the role of a husky riding a sled on the reins in front of the boat, and the ghost who was trying hard to dig a dog in the lake.

"What a perfect scene." He said proudly, "My fishing plan has finally been put into practice here..."

Chu Tianshu leaned against the boat with his hands in his arms, and looked at him with a neurotic expression: "So...you have been planning this since you entered the dungeon?"

Lin Huai: "Huh."

He smiled inexplicably at Chu Tianshu: "Guess what?"

Chu Tianshu: "..."

Lin Huai was in a good mood. From time to time, he put the whip in his palm, as if he was going to beat the ghost. After thinking for a moment, Chu Tianshu chose to sit beside him and sang Jingle Bells.

In the sound of jingle bells, the pair of Santa Clauses, with the three little elk, arrived at the Huxin Pavilion.

There is also a white light door on the Huxin Pavilion for entering and leaving the copy. The two got off the boat and entered the room.

The originally blank four scrolls have been completely filled.

The first painting is of red plums. The red plums are burning like blood, like the setting sun. Under the plum tree, there is a figure in red.

The second painting is of bluegrass, the bluegrass is faint, born by the water, and the orchid shadow is like hair. After the bluegrass, she is a graceful and graceful girl.

The third painting is of black bamboo. The black bamboo is upright, and in the bamboo forest, the arrogant back of the woman in the hat is hidden.

The fourth painting is a blood chrysanthemum, the petals of which are like crab claws and messy like human claws. After that, a shadowy figure with white hair stood.

Four o'clock and four beautiful pictures, finally completed.

Lin Huai turned to the last page of the book of life, and the originally blank chapter "Dong Li" also wrote Zhou Ying's story.

Unlike the other three stories, this chapter ends with a new annotation.

"All sentient beings are sinful, and no one is unjust."

"The earth is thick and the sky is high, it is sighing that the past and the present are endless; the foolish man resents the woman, the poor wind and moon debts are hard to pay."

After reading these two sentences for a while, he suddenly asked Chu Tianshu, "This last sentence looks familiar, which book is it from?"

Chu Tianshu leaned over and took a look: "Uh, "Dream of Red Mansions"? It seems to be a couplet of Nie Hai Qing Tian Bo Ming Si."

Lin Huai nodded thoughtfully: "So it is."

Standing in the Huxin Pavilion, he was silent for a long time, then suddenly said, "I have a reasoning."

Chu Tianshu: "Tell me about it."

"I suspect that this examiner, the owner of Huxinting Pavilion, is a user who has been tortured by ○ blog promotion dog blood."

Chu Tianshu: "...I also have a reasoning."

"What reasoning?"

"About this last sentence." Chu Tianshu said thoughtfully, "Though the earth is high in the sky, it can be sighed that the past and the present are inexhaustible; a foolish man and a woman, the poor wind and the moon are hard to pay... I suspect that there is a hint in this sentence. "

Lin Huai: "What hint?"

Chu Tianshu walked towards the four paintings: "This couplet is from "A Dream of Red Mansions", right?"

Lin Huai: "Yes."

Chu Tianshu: "The ending of A Dream of Red Mansions is that the vast white land is really clean, right?"

Lin Huai: "Yes."

"So," Chu Tianshu suddenly tore off the four paintings and put them in his bag in an instant, he said at the fastest speed, "I suspect this is the Lord Huxin Pavilion suggesting that we take them away. These four paintings start shaking, let's run!!"

As he said that, he grabbed Lin Huai's hand and left the Huxin Pavilion before the suddenly angry examiner let out a harsh roar.

- and took away these four paintings.

Lin Huai:  …

The moment he stepped into the door of light, he turned around speechlessly. I saw that the originally calm lake surface had already set off a huge wave!

Countless bright red hands tried to grab them through the door of light, but they were all blocked by the door of light. Before disappearing, Chu Tianshu told him in his final voice: "You can rest assured that the examiner will not be allowed to kill by the system after entering the defense space. I have tried many times and it is safe..."

Lin Huai: "Fuck, you have tried many times?!"

Now he finally knew where Chu Tianshu's inexhaustible package came from! !

Feelings are all from this kind of copy, from the hands of the examiner boss...

Grab it!

"Fuck," Lin Huai didn't recover until he sank into the defense space, "This... If there is only one telephone pole in the Huxin Pavilion, he must not take away the advertising paper on the pole?"

As he spoke, he suddenly realized that he still seemed to be holding something hard in his hand.

Lin Huai:  …

It seems that he also brought out the props of that system, the Book of Fate!

With anxiety (tax evasion), he sat in the defense room for a long time.

Behind the glass, no one came.

Lin Huai: ?

After a long time, he heard the system's voice.

"The examiner has gone to collect debts and has no time to defend the player. Please return to the system space."

Lin Huai: ... as expected of you, Chu Tianshu.

Su Shi said, knowing what is like everywhere in life, it should be like Feihong stepping on slush. Occasionally left fingers and claws on the mud, Hongfei reckoned things. It is the so-called slush claws, and Chu Tianshu's philosophy of life may have many similarities with this sentence - others are slush claws, he is a wild goose plucking. What they have in common is that they leave good memories and take away good memories in the places they pass by.

Pure white light swept his body, and he closed his eyes.

After falling into the system space, he heard the familiar and unfamiliar voice of the system again.

"Welcome back, Lin Huai."

It was like a welcome, and like a sigh.