Fast time travel: The host takes his life and frantically teases and criticizes the villain

Cheng Yan raised his eyebrows and said helplessly: "Yes, a few points are not worth 50."

There was just a snap sound, and the last magic circle that trapped the Ghost King was broken. He Qu lazily claimed the credit, "The Ghost King remembers my 50 RMB, and I refuse the ghost coins."

At the same time, a figure slowly appeared. The man was wearing a gorgeous and complicated black and red robe, with his flowing long hair half tied up. He was dignified, elegant, and calm with the aura of a superior person.

"I keep my word." Cheng Yan raised his eyes and saw that his handsome face was like a carefully carved jade, too beautiful to be true.

This figure gradually overlapped with the black shadow he had seen before. He Qu observed it and found that only he could see him.

Time passed by, and everyone was looking for clues to the computer password. Cheng Yan sat lazily on the sofa, staring at He Qu in boredom.

Sensing his gaze, He Qu turned around and met a pair of eyes that were as deep and breathtaking as a whirlpool. There seemed to be a deep sea of ​​colors in his eyes, with no end in sight.

Seeing him looking over, Cheng Yan smiled and mouthed: Come on.

He Qu raised his eyebrows, said nothing, and continued to pretend to be busy looking for the password.

The library is not very big, but so many books are enough to make people overwhelmed. They can't find any clues or guess the password. Time passes by and everyone is a little frustrated. Only He Qu and Cheng Yan , Chu Yu was exceptionally calm.

At this time, No. 9 found an old newspaper behind the bookshelf, which published a missing person notice. The main idea was that an old man had been missing for a long time and hoped that someone could provide clues.

He brought it in front of everyone, and everyone gathered together to analyze the possibilities.

This newspaper should not stand alone on a bookshelf in the mystery novel category, and it seems particularly unique at this time.

"How about giving it a try? Even if it doesn't work out, you still have four chances to try and make mistakes." No. 4 said.

"I've been looking around but I can't find any clues. Let's give it a try." No. 5 agreed.

The missing date in the newspaper is October 2023, 10. Enter this string of numbers on the 21th.

Everyone held their breath and stared at the line of words that popped up on the computer screen, and fell into silence - the password is incorrect, please re-enter.

The hopes that everyone had just raised fell to the ground hard, and suddenly they collapsed to the ground like a deflated balloon.

At this time, the library fell into darkness again, the dark hour came, and everyone fell into dead silence.

In the darkness, He Qu suddenly heard a strange and familiar voice, like countless people talking at the same time, or like some ancient mysterious spell.

Cheng Yan also heard those voices, which were very similar to his own.

Everyone suddenly stopped moving. Someone seemed to be whispering in their ears, like a common conversation, or like reading scriptures and chanting mantras. A steady stream of characters poured into the ear canals, trying to engulf people.

He Qu stood still, as if he was in a vast sea, with no reference around him. No matter how he ran, he could not get close to the land. In his ears, he could hear the loud sound of the waves hitting the rocks, which seemed to be endless.

In a trance, a vague figure appeared in front of him. The person stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch him. There was a hint of coolness in his fingertips, as if it could penetrate the skin, penetrate into the bone marrow, and reach deep into the soul.

Cheng Yan twirled his index finger in the air and immediately hooked up a large string of characters.

Characters that others avoid are just playthings for his entertainment.

Cheng Yan sat not far away, looking at He Qu all the time.

He Qu was in a daze for a moment and then retreated from his previous state.He looked in the direction of Cheng Yan. In the darkness, their eyes collided. In an instant, something stirred up in his heart like an ocean wave.

He lowered his brows. What just broke into his consciousness was the plot of "The Dark Wedding", but it flashed by and he couldn't see it clearly.

Suddenly, a figure appeared quietly beside He Qu.

Cheng Yan whispered in his ear: "You don't have much time."

He Qu suddenly felt a burning sensation in his hand. He looked down and found that a strange long scarlet thread had been wrapped around his right hand. The other end of the red thread was tied in Cheng Yan's hand.

Ignoring the red line of impure thoughts for the time being, He Qu's attention fell on the bracelet next to the red line. The time displayed on it was decreasing rapidly - almost 10 minutes in one second.

He raised his eyebrows and looked at the struggling people. There was a soft sound and the blue light of the lighter lit up.

The weak light didn't even allow him to see the face of the person next to him clearly, but he could feel that the other person's eyes were firmly attached to him, like a tangled spider's thread. Once entangled, he would not let go easily.

Cheng Yan stared at him intently, wanting to see this man who was so at ease from beginning to end wantonly destroying everything here.

He Qu rubbed the red line on his wrist with his fingertips to confirm that it was not an illusion, and a dark light flashed in his eyes.

In the library, some people were trapped in the illusion of characters and couldn't extricate themselves, while others struggled to break through their fear. For a while, it actually seemed a bit lively.

Suddenly, someone screamed and opened his eyes suddenly. His forehead was covered with cold sweat, as if he had walked before the gate of hell and collapsed to the ground in shock and fear.

He Qu clicked his tongue, walked to the computer, and was about to enter the password he had figured out long ago, when suddenly, a loud noise rang out.

In the library, in the pitch-black darkness, a 4-page newspaper twisted like a living thing, gradually condensing into a human figure.

He Qu looked with his heavenly eyes and saw an old man standing not far away with a stooped figure, as thin as a piece of paper, wearing a white old man's shirt, his face was as pale as paper, and his skin was covered with small bloodstains, as if he had just died. Climb out of hell.

The old man suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of blood-stained, jagged-sharp teeth, and let out a harsh and unpleasant laugh, as ferocious and terrifying as a beast.

The old man walked towards the crowd step by step, and a strong and pungent smell of blood hit his face, making him sick and almost suffocating.

In the darkness, several players who had finally escaped from the illusion looked frightened when they heard the laughter, and a murderous maniac with a machete approaching step by step suddenly appeared in their minds.

In fact, this is indeed the case, except that the murderer is holding a piece of paper.

The old man walked up to the crowd, raised his old, cracked and rough hands like tree bark, and with five fingers like hooks, he grabbed No. 6 who was closest to him by the neck and threw it to the ground like trash.

"Cough cough cough!" No. 6 coughed hard while covering his blackened neck.

Seeing that his "points" were treated in this way, He Qu picked up a book and threw it at the old man. This move made the old man stop walking towards No. 6, then opened his exaggerated mouth and swallowed the book in one gulp. The book was swallowed into the stomach.

After finishing the book, the old man seemed to have got some delicious food, with a look of enjoyment and satisfaction on his face.

He looked at He Qu, his eyes were red, and his greedy and bloodthirsty eyes seemed to want to eat the person in front of him alive.

He Qu met his gaze and raised his lips slightly.

He pressed the lighter with his left hand and applied the thumb of his right hand to the flame outlet of the lighter. A faint blue flame suddenly jumped on his finger.

The flame jumped and flickered. He flicked it lightly, and the flame seemed to have life. It turned into an arc in mid-air and shot straight towards the old man.

"Ahhh-"

The hoarse and unpleasant cry is uncomfortable.

Because of the flames, everyone could clearly see the scene ahead.

The old man was burned by the flames, and without any room for struggle, he returned to his newspaper appearance and turned into ashes.

When Cheng Yan saw this scene, he almost wanted to break his character and whistle.

The newspapers burned out, and tongues of flame wrapped around the nearby bookshelf. Suddenly, the fire illuminated half of the library.

The warmth that followed spread to everyone, and everyone was a little stunned.

Above the firelight, many shadows loomed, and cries of pain pounded into their minds, trying to arouse their pity.

Chu Yu put his hands in his pockets and looked coldly at the intensifying fire before kicking down the intact bookshelf beside him.

Adding fuel to the fire, the fire became even more intense.

"Then we...are not looking for the password?" No. 3 asked hesitantly.

Chu Yu took the last red book and put the four books together.

Everyone came forward and observed carefully.

I saw four abstract covers forming a number - 9 under the light and shadow of the flames.

"It's that simple?"

I thought the password was at least six digits, but who would have thought that it was only a single digit?

He Qu raised his eyebrows. He was standing next to the computer. A "9" had already been entered on the computer screen.

"Everyone, remember to pay 0.5 points."

As he spoke, he glanced at Cheng Yan beside him, tapped his fingertips, and pressed the Enter key——