Dead Beauty Airborne Abyss Game [Unlimited Streaming]

In the evening the building is illuminated by orange lights.

In Ward 407, Shi Yuchuan and Ke Zhen stood by the door without speaking.

On the hospital bed, Hongmao and Yu Yunhuan slept soundly and never woke up.

A few people just connected the information together.

Zhang Lun is dead, the doctor may be the BOSS, there are many abnormal specimens in the dean's room, and the energy of the special medicine cultivated by the corpse fluctuates strongly.

But there is no ticket.

Neither Xing Jia nor Shi Yuchuan could find the ticket.

Xing Jia was sitting on the edge of the bed, holding a gray seal and carefully looking at it. This is his harvest in the afternoon: "From the Tower of Babel?"

A leaning tower is engraved on the seal, reaching up to the sky.

Ke Zhen took the seal: "I can open it."

He took out the same seal and said: "This is a storage space unique to the executor. It is the same as the source, and only people above the elite level can hold it."

The Tower of Babel has a strict hierarchy. In addition to the Lord of the Tower of Babel, there are four judges and sixteen executors, and below that are some elites.

And what brings this group of people together is Jiyuan.

A host, a parasite.

It eats blood and lives by devouring its host.

But in the long process of devouring, it will also become a powerful force that the host can control.

Known as the God Seed by fanatics.

Once parasitized, it will become a part of the host's body, indestructible, and the associated skills will be derived, and the internal structure of the parasitized person will also be changed. From then on, there is no need to eat, and only need to replenish blood regularly.

"It's ridiculous. It is a monster that devours us, but it has to fight for this chance to be devoured."

Ke Zhen pulled down his collar, revealing the black skin on his neck.

Rough black scales, as if transplanted from ancient reptiles.

"If I haven't died before this thing devours me, or if I haven't been able to leave the copy, the last me will turn into a pool of blood, and this source will also go to find a new host."

"Once it is parasitized, it cannot be fused with other bloodlines."

This is not the first time Shi Yuchuan has heard something related to blood. Seeing his confusion, Xing Jia explained: "Get the ticket and get on the train on time. You can leave the dungeon alive and get basic rewards."

"Complete the dungeon mission, you can get more rewards, talents, props, and new powers."

"The bloodline reward is the rarest among them, but once you get it, you have the possibility of changing your life against the sky."

As he spoke, he showed a yearning expression.

"Someone has drawn the elemental bloodline to reach the sky in one step."

"Remember what I told you before, did anyone wait for the second train?"

Xing Jia took out a cigarette and lit it, glanced at the red hair who was still sleeping, and took advantage of the time now to educate Shi Yuchuan.

Geron, the president of the Floating Life Society, was once designed by his subordinates and was left in the copy.

But his rare elemental blood made him stay in the dungeon for a whole year and a half, and finally waited for the next train and returned to Wuwang City again.

"Blood of wind element, tsk! Envious!"

"After this person went back, he almost killed all the people in the Floating Life Society. If you meet these people after going to Wuwang City, remember to stay away."

"They're all crazy."

Shi Yuchuan understood.

In this dangerous world, one will die tragically if one is not careful.

Every little bit more power can increase the possibility of survival, so even if the people in the Tower of Babel are swallowed by the host, they will rush to it, because the host is a stable, controllable, And source less difficult power.

"Is it really possible to go back?"

Ke Zhen's voice was very low, and it was a bit like talking to himself.

He took the gray seal in Xing Jia's hand, and said lightly: "The executors of the Tower of Babel have a very sufficient supply of supplies, and basically they will not be lost in the newcomer dungeon..."

"So this is definitely not a rookie dungeon."

Xing Jia and Ke Zhen looked at Shi Yuchuan at the same time, with inquiry in their eyes.

"..."

Shi Yuchuan was at a loss for words for a while, he didn't know how to explain, he was really a newcomer.

Ke Zhen glanced at Shi Yuchuan's soft black hair and flawless and exquisite facial features, and shook his head after a while.

"You are a real newcomer."

If this face appeared in Wuwang City, it would definitely not be anonymous.

Every dungeon is a contest of life and death, and the players will be more indulgent when they return to Wuwang City, sensual and intoxicated.

Xing Jia didn't answer, looked at the time while smoking a cigarette and said, "It's probably almost there."

On the hospital bed, Hongmao and Yu Yunhuan turned over.

Sure enough, after a while, the two got up from the bed in a half-asleep and half-awake state.

Seeing that Ke Zhen's face turned black, Xing Jia hurried out to smooth things over.

"The lethargy should be due to the dungeon."

"Do you want to call the other two?"

Ke Zhen nodded. After they came down from the fifth floor, they found that the whole building was quiet.

After the consultation begins, other unrelated personnel will fall into a deep sleep.

After all the people were there, Ward 407 seemed a bit crowded.

Wang Lingling was still dazed and staring, but Feng Hua was more energetic.

"Things are different now, and people may have to be honest."

Xing Jia pinched his cigarette and looked around at the crowd.

Seeing so many newcomers at first, several old players thought it was just an ordinary newcomer dungeon, so they didn't pay much attention to it.

"You can only leave if you find a ticket, but so far, many people have died, and no ticket has appeared. We don't even know how to get it."

At this time, Ke Zhen had already checked the contents of the seal, he interrupted Xing Jia and asked, "Did you find anything unusual about the copy?"

Wang Lingling and Yu Yunhuan were stunned, as if they hadn't woken up.

Feng Hua said something ambiguous.

Shi Yuchuan recalled that the next day everyone was basking in the sun.

On the glass, players were vaguely reflected, but it wasn't them.

Shi Yuchuan said, "There is no mirror."

Mirrors can reflect reality. After seeing the figure on the glass, he has been wondering whether he can use another medium to observe the building. After failing to find the photographer's camera, he tried to find a mirror.

But until now, I haven't found even a single fragment.

Ke Zhen didn't speak, and took out one of the only two things left in the seal, half a piece of crumpled letter paper, the kind they found in the morgue box.

Some information was written on the letter paper.

(We are all mutating and cannot be stopped, one person will die every day, if not in the daytime, then in the night...)

This one corresponds to them. The photographer died on the first day, Yi Su died on the second day, and Zhang Lun died on the third day...that is, today.

Someone will die tomorrow.

The good news is that today is temporarily safe.

(The monsters here are not very strong, and it is not difficult to kill them. The doctor's medicine can allow us to better control the mutation...)

After Wang Lingling took the doctor's medicine, the mutation did improve.

(The first ticket was hard-earned, I don’t know how many people will be able to leave this time...)

There are only these three paragraphs on half a sheet of paper.

After reading it, Xing Jia's face became obviously gloomy.

"This is the rule of the Tower of Babel. After leaving the dungeon, he will share the relevant content of the dungeon, so he will make some records."

But the seal is still there, which proves that this person got the ticket but failed to leave.

Ke Zhen read out the seal number: "Executor NO.8, his accompanying skill is mirror image."

"Combined with the fact that there are no mirrors here, it is reasonable to suspect that the way the tickets were obtained had something to do with them."

……

This seal of the Tower of Babel is currently the closest thing to clearing the customs. Next, in addition to living in fear, everyone has an additional task - to find a mirror.

The sun was almost setting, and the whole building fell into silence again.

Shi Yuchuan was about to leave, but met Wang Bin at the gate of 407.

Dr. Wang was pushing a common stainless steel trolley, and smiled shyly when he saw him.

Shi Yuchuan glanced at the cart, there were several transparent packaging bags inside, and there were black special medicines inside.

The kind he saw at the pharmacy.

Seeing him curious, Wang Bin said: "These are for patients to eat, and they can effectively relieve the symptoms of hyperplasia. If you take them for a while, the abnormalities on your body will shrink into necrotic tissues."

"Although it's not very beautiful, it can finally heal."

Speaking of things related to the disease, Wang Bin did not stutter.

It may be that he was a little excited, and his face was a little red.

Shi Yuchuan smiled and left without saying a word.

I didn't care about Wang Bin's gaze followed him all the time.

It's evening now, and the sky is cloudy.

In 113, Bai Yan sat in the corner with his long knife in his arms and closed his eyes to rest his mind.

Shi Yuchuan was a little surprised when he entered the door, but he still greeted normally: "Are you back?" His tone was natural, as if he was an old friend who had known each other for many years.

Bai Yan stood up, hardly daring to look into his beautiful eyes, and turned his head to the side, with a hoarse voice: "I'm here..."

"I'll talk about it later." Shi Yuchuan interrupted him, but turned around and opened the door again.

On the ceiling, instant spiders holding eggs crawled in through the gap in the door, and arranged the unhatched eggs one by one at the bottom of 113's bed.

A hand-sized ready-to-eat spider crawled down the wall, wanting to jump but not daring.

Shi Yuchuan felt the cautiousness of the instant spider, and he had no choice but to do some psychological training: "You can come on my shoulder, but you are not allowed to get into the clothes."

The bottom line of human beings is like the hairline, which is always receding.

In the afternoon, he was locked up in the pharmacy, and found that the instant spider turned out to be a natural henna spider, with a few slender legs stretched into the keyhole, and all locks were opened.

At the same time, more than a dozen eggs in the carton gradually hatched, so he made an appointment with the instant spider to meet at 113.

Bai Yan stood at a loss, his red pupils popped out suddenly.

[He is so beautiful! ]

[Although the things he raises are a bit disgusting! ]

Bai Yan was afraid that his pupils would scare the other party, so he simply closed his eyes.

After Shi Yuchuan dealt with the instant spider, he didn't have the consciousness to occupy other people's room at all, instead he sent an invitation to Bai Yan as a tool man.

"Do you... want to go out for a walk?"

For example, go to the morgue to retrieve the system or something.

[Promise him, promise him! ]

[He must like us too!Is this what humans call dating? ]

Bai Yan originally wanted to refuse, but he intended to say goodbye.

But for some reason, he seemed to have completely lost his ability to speak, so he could only nod slightly.

Bai Yan said.

"it is good."

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