Forces of Temptation

The mouth closed for a moment.

Half of the head was hanging on the trousers, shaking with the snow wind, like a broken lantern that was about to go out.

When it spoke again, it was a slightly shrill female voice: "I accidentally lost my eyes."

The head was silent for a while: "...Where did you throw it?"

Female voice: "I know."

Human head: "Eyes are very important."

Female voice: "Give me an eye, and I can look for it again."

The same mouth strangely emits completely different voices, but it is uniformly numb and cold.

The head rolled down from the belt of the legs, while the half-faced man standing aside raised his stiff blue arm, and plucked it into the eye socket without hesitation.

Googling.

A dehydrated eyeball squeezed out from the socket and landed on the palm of his hand.

He raised his hand and tore it off again, a piece of crescent-shaped ear was detached from the side of his face like plasticine.

Eventually, the legs lead to an ear, an arm, and an eye.

The multi-functional belts came in handy and were hung full.

One ear and one pair of eyes were missing, and the man's face appeared bald.

He said blankly, "Get it back."

After giving the order, there was a crash, and the man's torso collapsed all the way from the middle.

In an instant, a mutilated human body became an organ full of ants.

Heart got into the tent.

The purple intestines snaked into the snow like a snake.

The head rolled behind a rock and disappeared without a trace.

One hand with five fingers on the ground, walking on handstand with fingertips, patrolling back and forth in the wind and snow.

The ears were hung on the zipper of the tent by hand, swaying in the wind, looking like an insignificant tent decoration from a distance.

And those legs, with a pair of belts hanging from them, disappeared into the wind and snow.

The visual impact was so overwhelming that even Jiang Fang couldn't help turning around, laying on his back on the snow, grabbed a handful of snow and held it in his mouth, suppressing the desire to gag with the melting cold snow water.

Nan Zhou lying on top of him didn't say anything.

While staring at the direction of the camp, he freed up one hand and slowly rubbed his chest.

After calming down the nausea that was rolling in his heart for a while, Jiang Fang maintained the overlapping posture of up and down, and gently wrote on Nan Zhou's side waist: "What should I do?"

Obviously he has found the place he was looking for, and even though the opponent is only one person overall, a weird two-to-many situation has formed.

It can't be killed, it can be disassembled, and every fragmented organ has such cockroach characteristics.

Every organ, spread out, can kill.

Nanzhou didn't respond to him.

Jiang Fang asked him again with his fingertips: "What are you thinking?"

Nan Zhou moved his waist and wrote concisely on his chest: "A solution."

Jiang Fang smiled and touched his hair nearby, thinking of a solution just like him.

Even if the system doesn't fix the bug that the storage tank can be used to store copy creatures, it's still difficult to stuff all these bits and pieces into it one by one.

It takes up space and is unrealistic.

These living creatures are different from the things in the door that can't move, abide by the rules, and don't kill people who don't have their turn to kill.

They each have their own consciousness and intelligence.

They are dead things in the first place, so they don't feel pain and are difficult to subdue.

Monsters in conventional cognition have a core area that can be killed with one blow, but they don't seem to have it.

Jiang Fang used an ice hoe to drive through the back of the half-length woman.

He Yinchuan smashed the half-length woman's head with a stone.

The result is that it has no effect on it.

Normal people would have retreated long ago when encountering such a difficult dungeon.

Can't afford to provoke, always hide.

But at this moment, what Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang thought of at the same time was:

If it is really so unsolvable, it is simple.

So far, in the two dungeons they have passed, there is a way of survival that can be passed smoothly as long as they find their way.

The second dungeon, which involves entering the classroom and changing the order of hearing the rustling sounds, was first thought up by Qi Tianyun, a dog-headed military strategist who is not particularly talented in the barbecue stall trio.

Although the current dungeon has a high-intensity test of physical fitness, but in this seemingly incomprehensible and difficult-to-break camp, Nan Zhou feels that maybe they can use their brains.

Nan Zhou stuck his head out of the bushes without making a sound.

The campground is still a hellish scene of walking around on all fours and throwing parties in the water.

Nanzhou turned a blind eye to this.

He noticed that although the clothes covering the stump were tattered, they could be seen to be the same style as the climbing team down the mountain.

But this man is very different from the man below.

His limbs were disassembled very thoroughly.

why?

Is it more convenient to guard against foreign enemies just for the purpose of spreading out operations like this?

So why, except for the bear man who looks slightly disabled, the gecko man and the hammer man have complete limbs?

By the way, there is also that half-length woman.

She only separated her upper and lower body, compared to this person who was almost cut into pieces, she could be called Venus.

Why is only this person different?

Nan Zhou leaned back to his original place, quietly thinking about the face that was also full of cracks when it was put together just now.

The face was reddened to black by the cold wind, and it looked a bit vicissitudes, and the face was full of cracks, like a preserved egg.

But his age is obviously different from the other three and a half climbers who have also suffered from the mountain wind for an unknown number of years.

He was young, like a college student in his early 20s.

This is not quite in line with Nanzhou's previous assumptions.

Before, he thought that the mountain and the mountainside were like-minded teams.

One person is responsible for guarding the places they value, and the other group prevents other climbers from climbing the mountain and discovering some secret about the moon god.

The division of labor is clear and reasonable.

But now it seems that this broken ice is quite different from other npcs.

He was chopped too much.

And it doesn't look like the same age group as other climbers.

Will NPC also engage in internal exclusion?

... No, this is not right either.

The lower body of the half-length woman was mixed with crushed ice.

They're still like the same team.

Nan Zhou contemplated for a while, and felt that his train of thought was a little lost, so he turned to look at Jiang Fang.

Jiang Fang was looking at him with a smile.

Nan Zhou wrote on his palm: "Are you thinking about it?"

Jiang Fang wrote back: "Where did you think?"

Nanzhou briefly summed up his thoughts: "There are two groups of people up and down. It looks like a road, but it doesn't look like a road."

Jiang Fang: "Do you need me to provide some new arguments?"

Nan Zhou naturally nodded.

Jiang Fang wrote one stroke at a time: "Do you feel that the road we have come here is very flat and easy to walk."

Nan Zhou nodded again.

He felt it.

Even if I was in a weak state, the four hours of trekking did not consume as much physical strength as when I followed the team just now.

Jiang Fang stopped writing and just looked into his eyes seriously.

Nan Zhou blinked his eyes a few times, and suddenly they lit up.

……Yes.

This is indeed a very important question.

Just now, they detoured through the snowfield for several kilometers.

But on such an easy road, they didn't see any climbers during the whole journey.

According to the idea that the climbers divided their troops to pursue at the beginning, in four hours, on that section of the road, the probability of them encountering climbers should be very high.

Nan Zhou thought they were lucky, so he didn't think deeply about it.

But Jiang Fang didn't think so.

Unlike Nan Zhou, Jiang Fang, who had been working in casinos for many years, never believed that there was so much luck in this world.

The climbers don't come here because they believe that this broken man can be one man and one man alone?

still is……

Is this camp the real reason why climbers avoid and dare not approach?

Moreover, Jiang Fang discovered that after they hid behind the rock and threw the mirror, those legs didn't look like they were trying to catch anyone.

When it first appeared, it was used to run.

But at that time, both himself and Nan Zhou hid well.

He Yinchuan and the others are on the other side of the mountain.

It should not have a human goal.

Thinking about it now, it was completely attracted by the reflection of the mirror.

And he walked slowly, without any sense of crisis.

……It's just like……

It's like it doesn't know how many more intruders there are on the mountain.

Well, this is a contradiction again.

There does not seem to be any long-distance communication methods such as telepathy among these group of climbers.

The half-length woman summoned her teammates by means of a whistle hanging around her neck.

According to normal logic, if the two groups of people on the mountain and the side of the mountain are really a team, and this camp is very important, at least one person should climb up and inform them to be more vigilant.

However, it does not.

When the avalanche was being created, Jiang Fang stood behind Nanzhou, taking the group of people who came in a hurry into view.

Their limbs are intact, but they don't have the slightest intention of dismantling a part of their body and reporting it to the higher authorities.

So Jiang Fang suspected that the two of them would not communicate with each other.

This is not what teammates should look like.

Nanzhou's thinking is even more paradoxical and slanted.

If Suicing Bingbing was on the same team as those people, then the entire dungeon would be a dead end for the physically weak.

It is difficult for them to compare with experienced mountaineers, and it is also impossible for them to collect effective information from this crushed ice that cannot be killed at first glance.

Even for a well-trained person like He Yinchuan and Zhou Ao, if he climbed to this height, his physical strength would be exhausted due to high-intensity racing, and he would not be able to fight even if he wanted to.

On the contrary, if Suicing Bingbing and those people are not in the same group, then they still have a chance.

This first-line turning point may be the key to breaking the game.

It's just that Nan Zhou hesitated.

He didn't know whether to take the risk or not.

After all, all the current clues can be explained in two directions.

If it was not the time of the full moon, he would dare to find the broken ice directly to verify this conjecture.

But, Jiang Fang...

He looked at Jiang Fang with a little worry, but out of the corner of his eye, he vaguely caught a living creature.

Jiang Fang followed his gaze.

The next moment, the two froze.

At some point, a section of intestines that had turned purple from the cold wandered to a place that was only three or four meters away from them.

It lifted a section, drilled out of the snow, and was facing their direction, standing faintly under the moonlight.

Like a wriggling, giant sandworm with soft links.

Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang silently grabbed each other's clothes almost at the same time, and covered each other's mouth and nose with the other hand, minimizing the movement of the body's functions.

Fortunately, it has neither eyes nor ears.

But in the next second, Nan Zhou and Jiang Fang looked at each other again, and read two words from each other's eyes.

--Oops.

Those legs were wrapped in pants.

The intestines were naked in the cold air.

Therefore, it is more sensitive to heat perception than legs.

Nanzhou flipped off Jiang Fang suddenly, leaving enough room for Jiang Fang to move.

Jiang Fang didn't care about concealment, and reached out to grab the intestine, trying to control it in the shortest possible time.

However, it was too late.

The cobra-like intestine quickly raised a trail from under the snowdrift, and the tail of the intestine, which was 6 or 7 meters long, was raised high, and it slammed into the tripwire tied with a broken bell.

Jingle Bell--

Shan Feng seemed to be frightened by the ringing of the bell, and was silent for a moment.

Suddenly, there was rustling all over the ground, spreading towards the source of the sound in a semicircle.

——Even if they are not in the first team, it does not mean that the opponent will not hurt them.

After all, in the legend of climbers, the "moon god" on the mountain can eat people.

Nan Zhou and the others only had a moment to fight for their own life.

In the blink of an eye, Nan Zhou acted nimbly, took out half a bottle of [True Tequila] from the storage tank, poured the amount of alcohol that Li Yinhang would be heartbroken to death if he saw this scene with his own eyes, into the bushes where he was hiding in front of him, and quickly He struck a windproof match that Zhou Ao gave them before his departure.

The so-called wine, after all, has its original characteristics.

The moment the aroma of the wine spread, there was a bang, and a wall of fire separated Nanzhou and Jiangfang from the monsters there.

Seeing the fire, the organs looked like frightened animals, each fled back, and gathered together in shock a few meters away.

On the top of this snow-ridden mountain, without special protection against the wind, the fire would not spread for long.

They vigilantly twisted together, gradually fell into place and joined together, forming a vague human form.

The man stood quietly at the other end of the fire, not moving forward, just waiting for the fire to go out.

It was like waiting for the death of the two people opposite.

However, his stagnation has provided enough information for Nan Zhou.

"...you are afraid of fire."

Through the heavy flames, Nan Zhou saw the slightly ferocious face of the man.

Perhaps because of the frequent disassembly, his facial muscles moved in a weird way. As long as he moved, the flesh inside would be twisted into a ball, knotted and tangled together.

But Nan Zhou didn't shy away from it, and looked at that face calmly.

From a close distance, the cut on the face was smooth, full of scars cut by sharp knives.

Like the cross-section of those legs, they are all neat and tidy.

As if cut by a knife.

Across the crackling fire, Nan Zhou asked him softly: "Did the fire do anything to you?"

"Also, what did those people do to you?"

The author has something to say:

The wonderful name of Nanzhou: Smashing Bing Bing.