Instance game: I signed a pact with the gods, and the gods accused me of cheating

Is it any use to think about these now?!

Ugh!

Qin Shang sighed heavily;

"Let's figure out how the ghost baby attacks players and how to clear this dungeon."

"The Thunder King said he saw the same thing on the first floor. So, if I can re-enter the first and second floors of the teaching building, I may be able to get a clue."

"Very good, I have gained something..."

Halfway through his words, Qin Shang suddenly froze.

He looked around and was surprised to find that the two people who were supposed to be not far away from the locust tree forest had disappeared.

Qin Shang was stunned for a long while before he realized something.

They actually abandoned the [Trickster] player who was the best at clearing the dungeon and went exploring alone?

Thinking of this, his face changed slightly;

“These two guys don’t think they can clear the dungeon on their own by leaving me behind, right?”

"Besides, Uncle Zhao doesn't even have a character card. Why is he running around? Isn't this just nonsense..."

Qin Shang suddenly stopped talking halfway through his words.

Without saying anything more, Jiang Qiqi's words about respecting other people's fate suddenly popped up in my mind.

hiss!

At this moment, his eyes relaxed suddenly, and his heart was relieved, without any burden or burden...

Yeah...Uncle Zhao and I don't have any relationship, why should I help him?

Ever since helping Zhang Xiaofang, Qin Shang himself has developed a subjective belief that meeting is fate.

Especially the incident with the cabinet minister left a psychological shadow in his heart, and the cabinet was also labeled as bullying in his mind.

Subconsciously, Qin Shang felt an inexplicable closeness and fondness for "unofficial players".

But it was not until this moment that he suddenly came to his senses and realized that Qin Shang had found his way out again.

My conflicts and emotions towards the cabinet have absolutely nothing to do with my natural liking for the free player group.

I did it only because of the leader and the free man Zheng Gongwei. They were nice to me. These people's actions brought Qin Shang and the free players closer together.

But to put it bluntly, the people in Lao Qian's Lai Fu Hotel are indeed pitiful people with unfortunate fates.

But is Qin Shang the chosen one who has a smooth life since birth?

That's not the case either...

If you yourself are in ruins, how can you build a towering building to protect others?

People must always be responsible for their own choices, right?

The reason why I wanted to keep the "martial artist with brains" was to protect Uncle Zhao.

And now, it is obvious that Uncle Zhao chose the "martial artist with brains" as his companion and left himself behind, so it seems that Qin Shang does not need to be responsible for the safety of others.

At this moment, Qin Shang felt as if a huge burden had been lifted from his shoulders. He raised his hand, touched the tip of his nose, and smiled to himself.

When the hell did I become a saint?

This kind of thing should be thrown into the stinking ditch among the group of Shenlu players.

"It seems that Uncle Zhao probably feels that being with a fraudster player like me, the public enemy, is a last resort."

"If he had a choice, he might prefer a martial artist with explosive combat power, right? It is human nature for people to consider their own safety."

"However, this also means that I probably don't have the obligation to worry about whether Uncle Zhao can leave the dungeon safely or alive."

All of a sudden, I felt so much more relaxed.

Qin Shang showed a faint smile on his lips. Without a 'martial artist with brains', he would not be able to help Uncle Zhao pass the dungeon.

But when these two pendants were gone, he felt relaxed.

Just then, a familiar electronic prompt sound rang in my ears.

[Hidden hints for the fraudster; find the bad guy's handwritten note on the second floor]

Qin Shang was stunned at first when he heard this, and then a look of joy appeared on his face.

Finally here, I've been waiting for you for a long time...

He took out the 'Fallen Cross' again and was about to stand up with the help of the locust tree he was leaning against.

At this moment, he suddenly found that there seemed to be some dents where his palm was pressed, and the sharp bark scratched his palm and it hurt. He even had no doubt that if he used a little more force, he might accidentally scratch the skin on his palm.

Qin Shang was stunned for a moment. There was a new wound on the bark, which felt particularly sticky.

It was as if some liquid inside the tree trunk was leaking out.

"Has this tree been cut down by someone with a sharp object recently?!"

Only human destruction can cause such traces.

If it were an animal, even an insect, it would be impossible to cause such regular and sharp wounds on the irregularly shaped surface of the bark.

Only human intervention can make this towering ancient tree, which is who knows how many years old, have sharp edges.

He immediately turned his head and looked at the place where his hand had just been placed.

Just one glance, and the pupils constricted.

Do not……

How could there be such traces?

His face was stiff, and he stared at a handprint on the ancient tree behind him, his pupils getting smaller and smaller.

Before he turned his head, he had guessed many images of the marks on the ancient tree behind him. Maybe it would be an oblique cut, maybe a saw cut, maybe a chain cut.

But Qin Shang never expected that it was actually a handprint.

Yes, the handprint was on the locust tree behind Qin Shang.

There is a handprint.

It was like the mark left by a powerful man when he slapped a certain place in martial arts novels.

The handprints are deeply embedded in the bark of the ancient tree, small and delicate.

At this size, it looks like the mark made by a baby's chubby little hand.

But the strange thing is that this is a locust tree.

A locust tree that is so thick that it would take two or three adults to hug it, and they might not be able to do so!

Even if Qin Shang didn't know how to calculate the density of the locust tree, he knew that leaving some traces on such a towering ancient tree would not be easily accomplished with a blunt instrument.

What's more, use your palm to slap the tree trunk and leave a handprint.

It was a child’s handprint, only half the size of Qin Shang’s palm…with every finger mark clearly visible!

"Ghost baby, this is the trace left by the ghost baby. Was my previous guess wrong? The ghost baby will attack the player?"

Moreover, the ghost baby is not necessarily in the teaching building within the copy.

It has the ability to move freely, and is not like 'Al' in "Death Train" who can only stay in car No. 3.

Thinking of this, Qin Shang's expression changed drastically and alarm bells rang in his heart.

A boss with the ability to move freely is the biggest trouble in the dungeon.

It is a far greater threat to players than the God Slayer who hides in the dark and never shows up!

"Damn it, I have to find a way to clear this dungeon..."

After saying this, he was about to leave, but just as he took a step, he felt a hot breath next to his ear, which was warm and intimate.

But the words that came out of those words made Qin Shang feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

"Hey, hey, I found you, I found you"

"Eat you, I want to, eat you, eat you and I can become you, hehehe..."

Qin Shang's pupils suddenly contracted, and his heart was filled with turmoil.

This ghost thing actually followed us to the [Changteng Ghost School] copy?

He was horrified and was about to fight back.

But the top of my head felt like it was hit hard by a heavy hammer, and my head hurt...

He screamed and knelt on the ground, with a shadow in his heart.

Why did it happen at this time, if not earlier or later?!

Damn!

Brain cancer...is acting up.

At this moment, a strong pain exploded in my mind, as if thousands of ants were gnawing at my brain stem...

There were footsteps coming towards me from behind.

bang bang bang-

Qin Shang could feel his heart beating violently due to nervousness, which was a kind of fear about an unknown fate.

"Shadow" is my shadow.

He never expected that "Shadow" would jump out and take action at this time!

The leader once said that once you become a player, birth, old age, sickness and death are no longer the responsibility of the King of Hell.

The player's life will belong to the [God's Road] server, but it has never been said that players can restore their health.

That’s right, by becoming a player, Qin Shang no longer has to worry about dying of brain cancer due to a sudden illness one day, or dying on the operating table.

But this does not mean that the cancer cells in his body have been cleared away by [Divine Road].

He is still the cancer patient...

Damn...

Qin Shang suffered from brain cancer attack. He felt a flash before his eyes, as if something was growing out of his temple. His intraocular pressure soared as if it was about to burst his eyeball. Even his vision was foggy. His temple felt as if it was hit twice by steel nails. The pain came in waves like a tide.

The next moment, his face was hideous, his facial features were distorted with pain, and he had this feeling in his heart.

It hurts. It hurts so much...

"Something seemed to be pinching my arm."

click-

Then, there was the sound of bones breaking.

Qin Shang even screamed miserably.

"Ah ah ah ah ah……"

The arm was pinched by the "shadow".

Hiss, am I going to die...

A feeling of overwhelming power came over me.

This guy is so strong, is he going to tear me to pieces?

Qin Shang was dazzled and his vision was blurred.

I truly felt the breath of death enveloping my whole body.