MTL - Half Immortal-Chapter 20

Gao Ming found a relatively central seat and sat down first, and whispered to Yan Wei who followed closely: "There are various organizations in the world built by players, and some Facilities and entertainment are generated by the mechanism of the building, and some - similar to this kind of bar - are organized by those organizations to earn invitations. Over time, it has become the most well-informed place, after all, everyone has it. ."

The invitation letter is the ticket to enter the dungeon. After each player clears the level, they will get several or more dungeon invitations of the next level of difficulty. Yan Wei also received several invitations to the second floor after the customs clearance.

Each invitation leads to a copy, and a copy may send out dozens of invitations, or there may be only one.

In the invitation letter that players can usually get after clearing the level, they can choose a copy according to the few words on the invitation letter. As long as the player signs their name on the selected invitation, the dungeon will be dragged into the corresponding dungeon as soon as the dungeon time is up.

Since the invitation letter gave a certain degree of latitude in choosing a copy, it naturally gradually became the existence of a similar currency in the world in the building. Although most of the invitation letters in circulation are of ordinary difficulty, and the easy difficulty is hard to come by, there is still a right to choose a copy.

The more invitations you have, the more likely you will be able to choose a copy that is beneficial to you, and the circulation of invitations will become more common.

The three sat down one after another, and there were several players in the building around the table who couldn't help but glance at them.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like someone who would come to a place where dragons and snakes are mixed, but it happened here.

I feel that all the abilities obtained in the dungeons are also possessed by the world inside the building - but it is said that these abilities can only be brought out by climbing to the top. There is a buffer period between each dungeon, and the higher the dungeon, the longer the buffer period, unless the player actively Sign the invitation letter earlier. During the buffer period, we live in the world inside the building, entertaining, practicing strength, analyzing other copies, gambling buildings…”

The three glasses of wine they ordered have been placed in front of them.

Yan Wei lowered her eyes and stared at the wine glass for a while.

He smiled: "It's a completely self-contained world...interesting."

He raised the wine glass, raised his chin slightly, the mouth of the glass touched his upper and lower lips, his Adam's apple rolled, and he drank without changing his face.

The thick aroma of wine filled his mouth, Yan Wei squinted his eyes, calmed down, and with his perception beyond the existing number of layers, he listened to the miscellaneous discussions in the rock sound.

...Just mentioning the voices of the promenade hotel and yan without concealment, he heard six or seven in a moment.

Sure enough, as Gao Ming said, their dungeons are in the world of the building, at least among players who are not high-level players.

Yan Wei blinked, instantly clearing up all his thoughts.

Can you hide it?

The projection of the casino only blurs his facial features and name, but other features are still there. And it is impossible for him not to leave the dungeon in the future. As long as he is not the only player who clears the dungeon, someone can always guess and bring his information out of the dungeon. At that time, he may not know anything about it, and the situation is extremely passive.

As for Gao Mingshuo’s joining the organization…

If you are an ordinary player, you will get the medal of the best player, and several organizations will throw olive branches. Choosing the most suitable one is obviously the safest and safest move.

But he can't.

As long as he is in the dungeon, he will not die the next day. After joining the organization, this skill cannot be hidden at all, and it is easy to be used.

So Yan Wei rejected this safest approach from the very beginning.

Since you don't join the organization, you will likely be beaten passively in the future, so it's better to take the initiative now.

"Yan Mingguang," he raised his hand, put his hand on the shoulder of the man beside him, and whispered in his ear, "We—"

"It's a teammate."

The indifferent voice seems to be wrapped in a layer of cold fog, but it does not seem alienated.

Yan Wei froze, looking at the man's cold profile from a distance. The man's deep eyes reflected a faint light, and the bridge of his nose contrasted with each other, like snow as pine, like a secluded cold night.

If Yan Mingguang was not met in such a place where all kinds of blood were buried, but simply feasting and feasting, Yan Wei would definitely be by this person's side at the bar and order a drink for him Whiskey, raised the glass and asked the other party in the crisp sound of the glass crashing: "Handsome guy, you seem to have a story."

Unfortunately here.

Yan Wei calmed down, hooked the corner of his mouth, and whispered something in Yan Mingguang's ear.

After a few words, Yan Mingguang glanced at him.

Yan Wei raised her eyebrows.

For a moment, the man nodded: "Okay."

Yan Wei smiled.

He turned around and asked Gao Ming, "How do you exchange messages here?"

Gao Ming hurriedly replied: "Look forward, the people sitting behind the bar under the dark red light, the players in the building call them the dealer, they are the intermediaries for the flow of news. These people are usually Players who have been wandering around a fixed number of floors have been completely rooted in the world of the building. Once the floor rises, they will deliberately fail to descend the building, and the cycle will repeat. If you stay for a long time and know a lot, you can sell their news to earn invitations They can also exchange invitations for information they know.”

Yan Wei glanced at it. On the bar not far away, the dealer was sitting there. From time to time, a player walked up to send an invitation letter and said a few words before leaving, apparently buying and selling news .

His eyes were sure, and he stood up suddenly.

Gao Ming hurriedly grabbed him: "If you want to change who is checking our news, maybe all three of our invitation letters together are enough for one news."

Yan Wei just turned her head and said to him, "Go back to the apartment first."

Yan Mingguang was still sitting quietly on the side, the hood covering most of the man's face, and he couldn't see his expression in the dim haze.

The brown eyes were filled with accident savvy. He seemed to be born into the three religions and nine streams, and his whole body melted into the smoothness.

The owner of this bar is a big bald man. When he saw Yan Wei, he sneered: "I don't sell news to little **** who don't have a few invitations."

Yan Wei raised her eyes and said with a smile, "I'm here to sell news."

"What news do you have?"

"I'm a Tier 1 player, and of course I sell Tier 1 news."

"Newbie? Go."

Yan Wei blinked, his thick eyelashes cast shadows under his eyes. He raised his hand, dipped his fingertips in the wine, and wrote three letters on the table.

—yan.

"This is newbie news."

Zhuang's eyes changed, and his eyes became a little serious: "What do you know?"

"I know who he is. You know, this news is too valuable recently, I have no way to contact people who want to buy it, I can only find you to sell it. You told me that you can rely on this news How many invitation letters are exchanged, I only charge you half, and I will tell you Yan's information, is this a good deal?"

The dealer looked at Yan Wei from top to bottom, hesitantly said: "How do I know if what you said is true or false?"

Yan Wei glanced at him, and without saying a word, actually got up and was about to leave, as if she was rushing to find the next house.

The dealer immediately stopped him: "Wait a minute! Okay, the deal. Our bar owner is Yuemang, if you sell fake news, don't even think about coming out of the copy."

Yan Wei's resolute expression immediately dissipated. At this moment, he seemed to be a different person. He smiled friendly at the banker: "Don't worry, I just want to earn some invitations."

"Jiang Xiu, the seed player of our Moonlight, you may have heard of it? His brother died in the dungeon because he lost the casino in the Promenade Hotel. Jiang Xiu Zai Yue Mangli said, whoever has news about yan can exchange for ten invitation letters for the fifth-layer dungeon. If you are willing to spend the invitation letter to buy from other dealers in the lamp wine area, you can also verify it. I have nothing to deceive you. I can help you sell the news to Jiang Xiu, and I will give you five invitations for the fifth-layer dungeon."

Yan Wei listened silently, taking what the dealer said in his heart.

Yuemang should be an organization, and this Jiang Xiu... seems to be someone who intends to take revenge on them. To be able to afford ten invitations to the fifth floor, and to give the same reward to all those who may provide information, this person's level strength... I am afraid that it has exceeded the tenth floor.

He was completely convinced, and he held out his hand with a condescending look on his face.

The dealer looked hesitant for a while, maybe because Yan's news was too popular, the dealer gritted his teeth and took out five five-tier invitations and put them in Yan Wei's hands: " Say it."

Yan Wei frowned.

His light brown eyes were still clear and bright, and the ends of the eyes moved slightly, showing a little joy.

He lightly touched the black ring with his fingertips, put away the five pure black invitations, and just smiled: "Man, thank you."

When he finished speaking, he copied his pocket with one hand, turned around, and took a few steps to the side.

The dealer immediately turned pale and shouted in a deep voice, "What do you mean?"

Yan Wei pointed to the front.

A man in a hooded sweater stepped forward in the confusion, with a straight back and slender legs, and half of his face exposed outside his hood was pale but clear.

He walked in front of the dealer, raised his hands, and lifted his hood neatly. The deep and three-dimensional facial features are exposed to the dim light of red and green interlacing, and the silver-white hair is particularly dazzling.

Yan Wei shrugged: "Follow my word—this is my news."

The dealer was stunned for a moment, his eyes stayed on Yan Mingguang's silver-white hair, he seemed to gradually understand, and his eyes widened at Yan Mingguang.

The deafening music in the bar continued, but the players in the surrounding buildings stopped their movements one after another and looked more or less this way.

"...Silver hair? Hey, have you seen the projection of the corridor hotel that just came out the past two days? This person seems to be one of the three people who survived in that dungeon..."

"Looks pretty strong."

"Yan, right? Everyone guessed that the silver-haired player is most likely yan. He dares to come out at this time, so many people want him to die."

"What are you afraid of? Just accept the invitation of the organization, Jiang Xiu also relies on the moonlight..."

“…”

Yan Mingguang seems to be unaware of these blatant discussions.

He just touched the black ring, clicked on the information panel, and his cold voice cut through the complicated noise: "Add a friend and give Jiang Xiu my information."

"Tell him, if you want to find me, see you in the copy."

"I'm yan."

In an instant, in the huge bar, under the restless music, there was only a dead silence.

Beside him, the corner of Yan Wei's mouth was hooked, and his eyes were shining like stars.

…

Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang got out of the car before and after.

The car here is as Gao Ming said, as long as you get on the car and choose the destination, you can reach the station where the destination is in an instant. But in the blink of an eye, they appeared near the apartment where they lived from the lamp wine district.

Not only achieved the desired effect, but also corrupted five invitations to the fifth floor, Yan Wei was in a good mood.

He tiptoed slightly, put on Yan Mingguang's shoulder, whistled, and said, "This time it is really a pleasure to cooperate."

Yan Mingguang has already recognized Yan's identity in a high profile in public, but in the copy of the Promenade Hotel, the person who won the best player is Yan Wei.

This means that their next dungeon must also enter together, in order to continue to maintain the pattern of Yan Mingguang attracting attention in the light, and Yan Wei making suggestions in the dark.

They turned the corner and walked into the alley, Yan Mingguang asked him, "Aren't you worried?"

"Worried?" Yan Wei's eyes moved slightly, and he nodded, "Of course I'm worried. This Jiang Xiu's strength and experience are very likely to be on the tenth floor. It will definitely be difficult to deal with if we just try to hide and we don't know when Jiang Xiu will find out and hurt us in the dungeon, it will be even more terrifying - Ming Gun It’s easy to dodge, but a dark arrow is hard to guard against.”

Yan Wei hangs one hand on Yan Mingguang's shoulder and the other in his pocket, grabs his swallow-shaped coin, and says: "It's an iron law that players can't kill each other. At most, it is to kill people with a knife, and there is still room for cracking. Worrying about this emotion can coexist with challenges. "

Yan Mingguang glanced at him and said nothing.

Yan Wei: "I'm more worried about another thing. If Jiang Xiu really comes to us, his type of player will definitely enter the dungeon if he descends the building, and it will definitely cause the difficulty to increase and the gambling mechanism. How can I communicate with you without revealing it is a problem."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Mingguang suddenly pulled his hand off.

The next moment, the sound of the long whip breaking through the air sounded, Yan Wei blinked, and found that his hands had been bound by the long whip that Yan Mingguang obtained in the copy.

Yan Wei: "...what are you doing? Although I sometimes feel bad for beatings, I don't think I should be **** and beaten, right?"

[You can communicate like this. 】

"How is this-"

Yan Wei paused.

He has been looking at Yan Mingguang, and it is absolutely certain that this person did not open his mouth at all.

[This whip...can people communicate directly by speaking in their hearts? 】

[Hmm. 】Yan Mingguang rarely had a hesitant tone, the man paused for a moment before continuing, 【There are restrictions. 】

Yan Wei took another look at the whip that was tied to his hand, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly: [It can't be...you can only communicate like this when you are tied up? 】

[Hmm. 】

Yan Wei: […]

Before he had time to complain, the perception far beyond the existing layers sounded the alarm in his mind, Yan Wei shouted in his heart through the long whip: [Your right rear at five o'clock Clock direction! 】

At the same time, Yan Mingguang raised his hand sideways, and at the moment when the black long arrow approached, he grabbed the arrow body with his bare hands!

On the black long arrow, there is a heavy invitation letter.

The next invitation letter fell into Yan Mingguang's hands.

The blood dripped from the man's powerful palm, and the two of them turned their eyes to the direction of the long arrow at the same time.

"Catch my arrow with your bare hands? I feel right, you are really strong."

Lin Zhen walked out of the shadow of the blind corner of the perspective, and was about to continue speaking, but paused when he saw Yan Wei and Yan Mingguang in the front.

At the other end of the alley, a slender man with a cool and neat temperament all over his body held the handle of a long whip, and the tail of the whip was tied to the wrist of the young man beside the man.

The tied young man was wearing a slightly wide gray trench coat, which made him thinner. Those peach petal-like eyes blinked, as if dotted with stars, and the delicate facial features revealed a well-behaved and docile temperament.

Lin Zhen's eyes followed Yan Wei's beautiful face and saw the bound hands.

He smiled inexplicably and said to Yan Mingguang, "Yan, I didn't expect you to have such a hobby."

Yan Mingguang: "?"

Yan Wei: “…”