MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 135 endless train (1)

Heavy rain.

The eaves at the edge of the platform slide down a long string of water droplets that are almost connected in a line. A curtain of rain.

time will not be marked. The outside of the railroad tracks is a wilderness with no boundaries. Only the winding railroad tracks move forward along the road, and then there is a heavy rain curtain. It is not very clear and bright under the mist.

The inside of the platform is even more dilapidated, and the railings on the edge are intermittent, and it is easy to fall off the rails if you are not careful.

Zhao Jingchen got a headache from the noise of this?

He was wearing a pure black sweater, the black hood covered most of his face, only the lower half of his face was exposed? His faint thin lips and delicate chin curve are enough to show the superiority of this face, but unfortunately the upper half of his face is covered, and he can only see the slight downward curvature of the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Jingchen is very unhappy.

"What do you mean? Up to now, there is no beep, so you have thrown us to such a platform?" Zhao Jingchen's crisp voice was wrapped in anger, "That's what you're doing? Prepared? None of the materials I mentioned? Match!"

Beside him, another high-level player who came in from Yuemang actually trembled because of Zhao Jingchen's mere words, and tried his best to say in a steady voice: "I have recorded all the copies related to the carriage? Look, I've never seen anything like this before."

Zhao Jingchen: "This copy doesn't have any beeps, and our physical data and perception have been cleared?"

On the other side, a woman wearing a cheongsam and looking to be in her early thirties smiled: "Zhao Jingchen, are you really stupid or are you pretending to be stupid? One? Will not give the prompt sound and also seal us? A copy of all body data? We? Now? Just ordinary people. You are on the eighty-ninth floor, still? Pretend you can't see it here, there is no need."

Behind this woman, standing is Xu Miaomiao.

Zhao Jingchen sneered: "Maybe some people don't understand."

The woman ignored him.

Xu Miaomiao leaned forward slightly and whispered to the woman, "Sister Ding, it seems that everyone has not arrived yet."

Each ?Dungeon? Invitation letter will contain similar numbers of people. They? This? all know.

But there were only eight people at the scene, and apparently about half of them did not arrive.

Ding smiled and nodded, her snow-white skin became softer against her gentle smile, which was out of tune with the desolation and gloom around her. She said warmly: "The setting of this dungeon... should be to create a feeling that passengers are waiting for the car, so the players who came in are arranged to appear one after another. No hurry, wait, enter the dungeon? Everyone in the future. All of our data have been erased, everyone is an ordinary person, and everyone else will be like us when we arrive? Just like before, we walked here on foot."

Xu Miaomiao knew what she knew at first, but now she just confirmed it. After getting the answer, she just stood behind Ding Xiao and waited without saying a word.

Others stopped talking.

The rain outside the eaves of the platform kept hitting people's nerves, and the body index and perception were completely reset. The long-lost feeling of being an ordinary person made Xu Miaomiao extremely nervous. Even if her psychological quality is not low, facing such a scene of silent waiting at this moment, it is inevitable that she will feel uneasy in her heart.

Xu Miaomiao respects and fears the eighty-ninth floor.

The eighty-ninth floor dungeon? It has always been called the entry ticket for the 90th floor dungeon.

Dungeons above the 90th floor? and the dungeons below the 90th floor? The way to climb the building is different.

Under the 90th floor, players can use the methods of breaking the game, climbing the building, gambling building, etc., to obtain copies of different difficulty and different layers from various channels? Invitation letter, invitation letter The number of floors, approximate number of people, and the theme of the dungeon will be clearly written on the dungeon - just like the dungeon they are entering now, the invitation letter says the eighty-ninth floor, and also draws a ? Bloody carriage.

But starting from the 90th floor, the way to enter the dungeon has changed.

Invitations above the 90th floor are the same. There was nothing on the invitation, just pure black.

Players need to write their name on the invitation, and the number of floors they want to break. When the number of players who want to enter the corresponding tier is almost the same, the dungeon will be opened. In other words, the number of layers is chosen by the players themselves, and the invitation letter is only responsible for counting the number of people and opening the dungeon.

Dungeons after the 90th floor? Judging from the existing dungeon records, the difference is actually not big, they are all about the same. So some super high-rise players will think about filling in the ninety-ninth floor directly to reach the top, while some super-high-rise players will choose themselves? Fill in the number of layers in order, from the 90th floor to the 91st floor and the 92nd floor. …

This also leads to the fact that many players need many such invitations.

So the dungeon on the eighty-ninth floor, except for the content and dangers that cannot be guessed by itself, every time it is opened, new players like Xu Miaomiao are in the minority. Most of them are high-level veterans who went to the 90th floor and then descended to the 89th floor to get the invitation letter.

For example, Zhao Jingchen from Yuemang, and Ding Xiao from Beyond Flowers.

And like that? It is said that the mysterious bird forest love will come in this time.

She was thinking of Lin Qing's name, and there was a sound of footsteps at the intersection of the platform ahead, and Lin Qing was walking at the front.

But Xu Miaomiao's focus was not on Lin Qing who might have appeared in the first place, but on the two people behind Lin Qing. She knew these two people.

She raised her eyebrows: "You? Why are you here?"

Yan Mingguang didn't speak, Lin Qing always looked serious. Yan Wei stood behind the two of them, wearing a gray-blue windbreaker, loosely surrounded by a gray scarf, as simple and low-key as before. But his contradictory, clever and clever facial features can't be ignored, even if he is only hidden behind Yan Mingguang and Lin Qing, who are not easy to offend at first sight, including Xu Miaomiao? , the eyes of all the other players were still on Yan Wei for the first time.

Yan Wei didn't seem to feel the scrutiny, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he tilted his head behind Yan Mingguang to look at Xu Miaomiao, and smiled: "Little sister, long time no see. "

Xu Miaomiao: "…"

Yan Wei seemed to be happy to see Xu Miaomiao's speechless appearance, laughed a few times, then looked away and looked at another person - that was Ding Xiao next to Xu Miaomiao .

Ding Xiao was also looking at Yan Wei.

Her gentle smile froze on her face, her expression quite shocked. She seemed to open her mouth, but in the end she didn't speak, she just nodded towards Yan Wei imperceptibly.

Yan Wei smiled back, but did not speak, she walked quickly to Lin Qing and Yan Mingguang, and stood on the side of the platform.

Several other players are looking at them one after another, but Lin Qing is an old face, Yan Mingguang has taken Lin Qing and Yu Feizhou all the way for half a year, even if it is complete? Don't look at the copy? The high-level players recorded are also somewhat impressed. Only Yan Wei, who looked very young, didn't have the slightest bit of hostility, as if he had been brought to the eighty-ninth floor by Lin Qing.

Yan Wei looked at the railway tracks outside the platform, thinking about the current situation and the meaning of the **** carriage, when she heard Lin Qing ask him in a low voice, "What happened just now?"

“What?”

"Ding Xiao."

"Oh," Yan Wei frowned slightly, "It's nothing, it's an old friend." He paused and added in a low voice, "The first time an old friend."

Lin Qing understands, no more questions.

After a while, a few more people came. Just after these few people stood up on the platform, a whistle sounded from far to near suddenly, mixed with the sound of rain, making it piercing and noisy.

Yan Wei's heart froze - it seems that this is the crowd, the car is coming, the copy? Started.

He sneered silently.

As soon as they entered this dungeon, the three of them found that this dungeon did not have any beep guidance, and all their body indexes and perceptions were wiped to zero, only Skills and props can be used.

All the way to the platform, the three of them already knew what this was for? Of course, it was to restrain Yan Mingguang and Yan Wei who already had top-level data.

So afraid of his success?

Unfortunately, Lou's rules are iron laws. Even if the data is suppressed, half of his immortality and the moon are still there?

I just don't know this? A copy without any hints? What tricks can I play?

Yan Wei glanced around and found that other people's reactions were similar - the kind of complete tension. He felt as if something gloomy was floating around here, and even the cool breeze blowing into his neck through the gaps in the scarf seemed to be mixed with something dirty.

Chills down my spine.

Not far away, an invisible train has entered the platform. The train was old and dirty, and there were many mottled and old bloodstains on the iron sheets, which could not even be washed away by the pouring rain.

Finally, the train stopped in front of them.

The door of the car in front of me suddenly opened little by little.

? Figures.

In the light of thunder, Yan Wei looked inside the carriage and saw a figure sitting in the carriage. The figure's neck had been broken in half, and the head was hanging slantingly against the unbroken neck of the other half. His face was facing them, his face was pale, and his eyes were bulging.

Lightning flashed by, and the inside of the carriage was calm again, no one could be seen, and the door of the carriage was fully opened.

Xu Miaomiao suddenly said "ah", staggered forward a few steps, and stood firm under the pull of Ding Xiao.

Ding Xiao smiled gently: "What's wrong?"

Xu Miaomiao frowned: "...someone pushed me."

But just now, she is clearly behind her now? Ding Xiao, who is supporting her.

At the same time, Yan Wei's eyes light up.

"They are urging us to get in the car," Lin Qing said solemnly, "No prompts, no blessing of body index and perception, invisible dirty things... This is the essence of death's oppression ?."

Death oppresses this book, no need for violent cracking, no problem with force, only death everywhere.