I picked up a boyfriend in the infinite game

run.

This was the only word in Song Guicheng's mind.

But how can I run? Can I escape?

The long and slender neck followed Shi Sui relentlessly, and if they were careless for a moment, they would eat both Shi Sui and Xu Chongchuan skin and flesh.

The few people who were squatting on the fourth floor to rest were so shocked that they didn't know what to do. They could only look at Song Guicheng, but they saw that his eyes were heavy and they didn't know what he was thinking.

"Run." Song Guicheng shouted softly.

Chen Wenyu heard it clearly. He looked at Song Guicheng hesitantly, but before he could respond, Liang Qiuting made a prompt decision and grabbed Lin Zicheng with one hand and Chen Wenyu with the other and ran to the fifth floor.

"Da, da, da," the sound was approaching, like a death spell.

The temperature in the air dropped rapidly, and the chill cut into the skin's texture, as if to freeze people in this dead silent building.

The sticky crawling sound was close to his ears, as if it was crawling over his body, bringing with it an uncomfortable shiver.

Shi Sui and Song Guicheng were standing one above and one below, half an arm's length apart.

Shi Sui handed Song Guicheng a wooden box and smiled at him without any reluctance. His round almond eyes were curved, and he still looked heartless, completely unaware that he was in danger.

Song Guicheng never claimed to be a savior. He was such a tiny molecule in this world that he could not even predict where he would be blown to or what storm he would be caught in.

When danger came, he was helpless and could only be at the mercy of others.

Song Guicheng stretched out his hand, and Shi Sui seemed to use all his strength, half of his body leaned out, his arms stretched out, trying to put the wooden box into Song Guicheng's hands.

The neck was getting longer and longer, and getting closer and closer.

After passing another staircase, Song Guicheng saw a face as pale as the wall. The eyes without whites stared at him, widened, and cracked, shedding white tears.

Song Guicheng reached over the wooden box and grabbed Shi Sui's arm.

He understood where his weaknesses were, and when he was acting, he always liked to invest his emotions in order to achieve the best effect.

But he forgot that when he invested his emotions, it was no longer a pure performance that he could withdraw from at any time.

At least at this moment, he couldn't watch Shi Sui and Xu Chongchuan die in front of him.

[Time and space stillness has been used, remaining times for this instance: 1/3. ]

As the system's electronic sound came, his body seemed to have lost half of its strength. His limbs went limp and he had to hold on to the railing to stand up straight.

He discovered when he used it just now that sacrificing blood and gaining the ability to control time means giving up half of his energy.

He was able to move the first time, but his whole body was limp the second time. If he uses it again, I'm afraid he will reach the limit of his body.

Three times is not the limit of this ability, but the limit of the body.

Using it twice in a row was a bit too much for him.

Song Guicheng's eyes went dark and he staggered back a few steps, leaning against the wall. He took a few quick breaths and supported himself on the ground. His knuckles turned white from the force, but fortunately his mind was still clear.

The second hand on the pocket watch started moving again, making a "tick-tick" sound.

Song Guicheng dragged Shi Sui and Xu Chongchuan up, taking a breath every two steps. He reluctantly bought a low-level physical recovery agent from the mall, and his points dropped directly to 61.

The low-level physical recovery potion was indeed a low-level item. It didn’t have much effect after drinking it, but it was better than nothing. At least it could help him breathe more smoothly.

Time was chasing him, leaving him no time to rest, so he opened the wooden box in Shi Sui's hand.

As soon as he opened it, he knew why Shi Sui was being chased.

In addition to the marriage certificate that Chen Wenyu mentioned, there were two other things inside: glass marbles and a photo.

The photo shows the boy and his mother. At that time, the haggard pregnant woman was still a young girl. She was wearing a red sweater and holding a boy with white hair who looked out of place in the surroundings.

The red and white are in sharp contrast, and the two people are very close, which is a bit piercing against the gray background.

It is their hope.

Song Guicheng also took out two items of hope that he had collected, a wooden plaque with his name engraved on it and a canine tooth.

Three families, three different stories.

Huang Quanmin who depends on his big yellow dog for survival, Zhang Jie and Xiaoyan, an orphan and widow, and Li Hailong and Zhang Yanxia, ​​a couple who are constantly quarreling.

There is only one person left, Xiaowen.

*

The sound of rain pounded on the concrete floor, and the entire area of ​​the dungeon was shrouded in a heavy rain curtain. The storm seemed to tear a big hole in the sky, bringing a never-ending rain.

The air was filled with the smell of rain, earth, and rust, enveloping the entire building and making it impossible to escape.

Song Guicheng's nose moved slightly, and he also smelled the not-so-obvious scent of rose perfume mixed in with this smell.

There was a slight noise coming from downstairs, the only sound in the still space and time.

Song Guicheng listened carefully and found that the voice was slow and unhurried, as if she was strolling in the garden, walking up step by step in her high heels.

He moved the jade beads on his wrist and looked up at the person who came.

It seems that props have no effect on the boss in Goblin, Song Guicheng thought.

The slender, bright red high heels make the person's ankles look particularly slender and soft, which can easily capture people's souls. The red long skirt wraps up the charming curves, and the black curly hair is lazily draped behind her.

With every step, the cold air became hotter. Someone wore a flame on his body, and wherever he passed, it not only set people on fire, but also burned the place where he stood.

Song Guicheng only saw the strands of hair by her ears, and stopped looking down. He smiled and greeted her, "Sister Wen."

"You don't seem to be afraid of me." Xiaowen glanced at him frivolously, her fox eyes jumping with orange-red light, like a warm and hot orange gem.

Song Guicheng spread his hands helplessly and told the truth: "You are so beautiful."

Slender eyebrows, red lips and snow-white face.

She is extremely beautiful and charming, not like a ghost, but like a seductive vixen. Men obsessed with her will willingly give her everything.

Xiaowen took out a cigarette from her bag, put it in her mouth, and the cigarette lit up by itself without using a light.

She exhaled a puff of smoke: "You don't belong here."

she knows.

Song Guicheng questioned the fact that the NPCs in the dungeon did not know that the players were outsiders.

His hands were on the railing, the rain wet his shirt and hair, and his warm and beautiful eyebrows made him look like a tender willow branch in the rain.

Behind Xiaowen was a burning fire, the flames surging, as if to devour everything, including life and all the stories that happened here.

The two men confronted each other silently, neither of them willing to give in.

At this time, Song Guicheng was still able to spare half of his attention to worry about the three people on the fifth floor, wondering if they had been affected.

"I just want to live a good life, but you never let me." Xiaowen held the cigarette between two fingers, her voice soft, as if she was flirting.

Song Guicheng bowed with both hands and apologized: "It's our fault for disturbing your peace."

Xiaowen raised the corners of her lips slightly, with a thin curve at the end of her eyes, and glanced at him.

He immediately changed the subject: "If you want us not to disturb your peace, where will you get the sacrifice, Sister Wen?"

The flames had already burned to the soles of Song Guicheng's feet. The flames turned into long snakes, wrapped around his ankles, and caused a circle of blisters to appear on his white ankles.

She was not very aggressive, and was not even as frightening as the one she encountered on the fifth floor, but Song Guicheng still did not dare to act rashly.

The scorching temperature was approaching, and the railing he was holding on to began to melt under the scorching heat. Even heavy rain could not stop it.

A chill surged from his heart, still overbearing, traveling through his body with an unstoppable momentum. This time, it was helping him resist the heat, and he no longer felt the pain from the burns on his face.

Xiaowen found it a little strange. Most people would have started to melt under such high temperatures, but the person in front of her seemed to have a natural barrier. Not only was she not damaged, but she also used human barriers to block the flames and high temperatures on her side.

Shi Sui and Xu Chongchuan behind him were unharmed.

"You're very interesting," she commented.

Song Guicheng seemed to have a smile stuck on his face. The more critical the situation, the calmer he became, and the more obvious the smile on his face became: "I don't deserve it."

As he spoke, he stepped into the sea of ​​fire.

The blazing flames under her feet were like giant beasts, roaring silently, with jumping flames rising and falling. The burning buildings and falling sparks behind Xiaowen were intertwined, forming a scene of doomsday.

Only behind Song Guicheng is there still a pure land.

The firelight illuminated his light brown pupils, reflecting two clusters of light, like a dream.

The heat was forced back, the pain became more obvious, the blazing flames licked his figure frantically, he was also burning, but his expression was still cold and clear.

He seemed to hear the tragic shouts, screams and cries of the people whose lives were devoured by the flames. Anyone and anything was so insignificant in the face of the unrivaled power of nature.

Song Guicheng has been wondering what Xiaowen's hopes are.

It was not until he saw Xiaowen's body wrapped in flames, the fire dancing in her eyes, and her always bright red dress that he suddenly had the answer.

It's dangerous, but he has to try, it's his only chance of survival.

When he walked in front of Xiaowen, Xiaowen showed obvious surprise on her face. Her fox eyes looked at the face that was burned so blurry that the facial features were almost invisible in disbelief: "I can't burn you to death?"

Song Guicheng's eyes were burned and he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly, but he could feel the despairing heat of being caught in the center of the magma.

He opened his mouth, his gentle and pleasant voice was hoarse from the fire, but he was still smiling: "My God protects me."

The smile on Xiaowen's face changed for a moment, and she seemed a little sad, but soon returned to normal: "There is no God in this world."

"I know." He could hardly speak, his throat full of the taste of blood and a burning feeling.

He raised his arms, groped and slowly embraced Xiaowen, who was wrapped in flames in front of him, letting the flames on her body jump onto him, and then hugged her.

This is a hug without any desire.

There was a strong wind mixed with heavy rain in the corridor, which fell on the bodies and faces of the two men, but the fire did not go out or stop.

Song Guicheng said: "I know that you are the God who saved me."

How much does a beautiful but not romantic woman have to endure?

The covetousness of men, the criticism of women, and the ignorance of children instigated by adults, even if she did nothing, she is guilty. The man is innocent, but the one who possesses the treasure is guilty.

Song Guicheng leaned back and fell into the rain from the fourth floor with Xiaowen.

The fire that day was very big, big enough to burn everything, but no one woke her up, no one came to knock on her door and tell her to run away.

They were looking forward to the death of a beautiful but not romantic woman.

Because beauty is not for them to possess, and romance is not for them to enjoy.

So she could die.

Xiaowen died, but she hoped that everyone would be alive, and she hoped that everyone would be burned by the fire of hatred every day.

Never stop, never extinguish.

When the rainstorm comes, the resurrection formation will be pieced together and presented in the pool under the Yongding Building. The entire building cannot escape, and no one can escape.

Despair, cry, run away, even a rainstorm cannot put out the burning flames.

Song Guicheng and Xiaowen fell to the ground, blood overflowed from the back of their heads, seeped into the concrete floor, and was quickly washed away by the heavy rain.

As the flames burned him, they also burned all the things he carried with him.

The rainstorm washed away everything, but it could not wash away the evil thoughts in people's hearts. Even if there was only a tiny bit of evil thoughts, they would quickly burn into a prairie fire.

Song Guicheng turned over and climbed up in a very twisted posture. There was not a single piece of healthy skin on his body. His muscles were yellow, wrinkled, and charred, and he almost turned into a ghost.

The next second, a dagger appeared in his hand.

【Colored cardboard: Expired.】

He couldn't see, hear, or smell, but the dagger in his hand still accurately found the location of the heart.

The knife fell, and the sound of flesh being broken was heard, and blood splattered on his face.

He stopped smiling, had no expression, and just silently said in his heart: "Sorry."

All the hatred and unwillingness, all the distortion and resentment, ended in this last rain, sealed in a time that no one knew about.

*

[Player Song Guicheng completed the task and successfully cleared the level. 】

[Complete the main mission and get the reward: 1000 points.

Complete the hidden task and get the reward: 3000 points.

Complete the side quest and receive 2000 points as a reward (not issued repeatedly).

The dungeon exploration degree is 100%, and the reward is: points.

Multiplayer cooperative copy, survival rate 50%, reward: 2500 points.

The total number of viewers in the live broadcast room is equivalent to 620 points.

Live broadcast room rewards: 6750 points.

When the number of fans exceeds 3000, you will receive a reward of 400 points.

Congratulations on winning the MVP of this game, and the reward: Xiaowen's Resentment

Total points for this live broadcast:

The total points accumulated by player Song Guicheng:

The actual total score of player Song Guicheng:

[Congratulations on your successful promotion: C-level player]

[Due to your outstanding performance in the gaming world, you will be given a 60-minute recommendation slot in the next live broadcast. ]

【Congratulations on your successful clearance. 】

Song Guicheng's physical strength had already been reduced to zero in the extreme pull just now. The pain in his body and the blurred consciousness made him feel as if he had reached paradise.

The system's white light enveloped him, and his body was being repaired. Suddenly, the sound of fireworks bursting popped up in his ears:

[The Yongding Building dungeon has been fully explored, and this dungeon will never be opened. ]

Song Guicheng listened to this conversation mechanically and was unable to understand its meaning for the time being.

The moment he fell back into the room, he turned around and saw Chen Wenyu rushing towards him with tears in his eyes.

He was vaguely shouting in his mind: Don’t come over here!!!